I took a step of wondering . . .
“What if” God were really pursuing me,
Like a friend said.
If God were real . . .
“What if” their myths and fanciful Bible tales
Were not that . . .
But truth I had disbelieved in ignorance.
What must He look like;
Be like
Does He really know me?
Love me, like some say?
Have a purpose for me,
A plan,
Better than mine has been?
Will He punish me, if I stop going my way?
And let Him be my Father? . . .
Will He even show up, if I turn?
Or simply ignore my presence.
How angry He must be!
If I am created,
And my life is not a cosmic coincidence . . .
Like I heard somewhere . . .
How can I face Him?
If sin is a thing,
A truly wicked thing, and my name
Is shame,
Am I too late?
But I am failing from hunger;
Sinking in sorrow;
Evil has overtaken me,
I am worn to the point of death . . .
Father,
Are
You
There?
I stand in the center of the road,
I look back at despair.
I look forward toward hope.
(Continued next post – Part II)
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Alone in the Rockies.
Gloryteller 
Nov 30, 2017 @ 16:12:14
So good!
Dec 01, 2017 @ 10:44:01
A reminder of a certain parable. Thanks, Annie!
Nov 30, 2017 @ 14:56:41
read the third one before the 1st one oops
Dec 05, 2017 @ 23:03:51
Success relied on having all three ready to go and then posting them in backwards order as quickly as possible. You were just quicker than I was, I think! I applaud your speed! Thanks for reading, Robert! Have a blessed season!