Opus No.5

My child,
I do beseech thee
to come into my arms.
May I hold thee warmly and
wipe away thy tears?
Hast thou cried deep into
cold, dark nights
wondering why the heavens
seemed to cover thee in
infinite darkness?

I do see thee.
I, God, do hear thee.
I, the Eternal Father, do
know thy heart.
Thou art My child.

Though all the universe is
My handiwork
and is held in place by
My power,
thou art Mine beloved.
My power
holds in place
My handiwork,
the universe, which is thine also.

Doth life's travails make thy heart faint?
Doth thy body grow weak from oppression?
Who is on thy side?
Art thou alone?
I am with thee.
Regardless of the depths of thine own
self-made purgatory,
I am with thee.
Despite all evil and malice,
all the hatred and destruction,
I am with thee,
if thou wilt only seek Me.

Seek Me,
I am always near;
as near as thy next breath,
as near as thy next heart beat,
as near as thy next tear.
I will take thee into
My arms and
wipe away all thy tears.
This thou can have
today,
now,
and Forever.
Amen.