Faith, Hope and Love
And now these three remain: Faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
These are not words a divorced dad of might lead with. You would expect the white-hot pain, like acid burning the soul, spewing hatred like a machine gun. But, I’ve been abandoned before by people who loved me more.
I’d like to tell you that Jesus has taken me into His loving arms and held me until I wept no more and found the sleep of the innocent. That would be a lie. I wish I could tell you that my church surrounded me in my time of need and covered me with the love of family. But they didn’t. I wish I could tell you that my mother, somebody who loved me more, loved me through this. But she gave me the same gift as before.
Two women I’ve loved, two births I’ve shared and both left. One took my childhood and the other, my children. I desperately wanted parents growing up and when I was grown, I wanted to be the father I never had. One made sure I never had a dad and the other took my idea of fatherhood away.
My mother and my wife, different people but similar.
you could do slam poetry with this story.
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