This poem was written by S.R. Thank you for emailing it to me and allowing me to share it with everyone here.
I talked to You, Hashem, today
I wonder if You heard.
I tried to pick up forsaken treasures
But did You hear my words?
I opened pages so close, so far
And read aloud each word.
A voice once hesitant again poured forth
As the soul inside me stirred.
I wondered as I stood alone
Two feet close like one,
If I were an angel by Your side,
Could I still be Your son?
Did you know when I was far
That pain was there like stones-
Blocking off my path to go
Obstructing ways once home?
Were You there when I was lost
At the times I couldn’t see-
In the moments when all was dark
Too much for me to see me?
In those days, the longest yet
Far outstretching years,
When I sat low, detached, so far,
Why’d you have faith in me?
Was it okay that I talked to none
You’re presence inclusive with all?
For like I said, I was a son
Leaving angels for Your halls…
Why, now, after I stayed so far
When I try to connect with You,
Does something say it’s okay for me
To speak the words I do?
Is it really when I’ve strayed so far
And connection brought to nil-
Unable to muster three short words
Content with “One day I will.”?
Why, within me is a voice
That says, “Child, it’s fine.”
For between the words “One day I will”,
Was, ‘Dad, still call me Mine.”