A First
It was the first time I saw Your Arms outstretched, reaching for me, Father... Not in wrath, not in judgment— But with tenderness that undoes me. Yet—You wore a black T-shirt, And shorts. Why? Why that image in my dream? Two moments, two glimpses, Hauntingly serene... yet strange. The morning greeted me with cold breath, A whisper of August coming near. It's wind said “Hallo” — And slipped through my pajamas Right into my soul. I moved quickly, My favourite chore calling: Make the bed, set out the pillows, Let them drink in morning light. This is where I meet You. In the ordinary. Where I speak… Or just listen. But something was different today. Something honest. Something raw. I must leave at 8:40, To draw money for the church. Don't be lazy— Letting small delays become Unnecessary weight. “What’s the real time?” I asked, None of the clocks told the truth. And sometimes… neither do we. The ninth commandment. It came like a chill. You shall not bear fa...
