Every time I try to
Rise and leave early in
The morning, I’m hit in the
Chest with the force of a
Speeding bullet in the form
Of a 2 foot tall streak.
Lower lip quivering as she looks
Up at me with those big brown
Eyes and pleads
“Daddy, don’t go”.
“I have to” I explain as her tiny
Arms become vice grips around
My leg, refusing to relent.
“Daddy has to make sure you have
Food in your belly, and the lights
Stay on, and the water keeps
Running. Don’t you like your toys?”
She squeezes tighter.
“Daddy, don’t go”
Tears begin to well up,
“I just want you, daddy. Don’t go”.
And then I realize,
She doesn’t want the things
I can give her. She doesn’t
Care for the gifts. She just
Wants quality time with her father.
“Daddy, don’t go”.
And then I think of God. What
Gift could we possibly
Give to God that He did not
First bestow upon us?
What gift could He give to us
That could surpass
The infinite worth
Of relationship with the Almighty?
He just wants some quality time
With His children. And we desperately
Need some quality time with
Our Father. Somewhere along
The road to adulthood, we
Seem to have forgot. He said
“Let the children come to me”.
Daddy, don’t go.