Lamppost

In the fall, before the snow, I went walking.

Under the bight full moon I sat upon a blanket and read these words:

You are more beautiful than you think.

You have more knowledge than you know.

You delight me and you have my strength surging within you.

And His voice continued,

I love you.

You are my precious one who I cherish.

I believed Him and strove to live my life in a way that would bring Him joy.

Somewhere along the way, I failed Him.

So here I am afraid of the deep pain I have caused Him.

Having no faith or hope to ever please Him again and yet I strive still to do the things that would make Him smile if only my heart were in it because I knew He was watching.

Forgive my anger and fear and take this wayward child into Your arms because I long to have the joy that You are watching and that I am not melodically just walking down this road for someone else's eyes because I only want to be pleasing You. 

Damn everyone else

 For You are to be my Lamppost, the one I dance near and look to and eat with and drive by. 

The others are merely there by chance.