I Can't Fix You.

I had not seen you in a year.

I entered the lobby and you stood.

A broken man…afraid to meet my eyes.

Pain that sailed from heart long ago, came in like the tide.

With tears that long ago dried.

Your pain has become your suffering.

Realizing the pain, I believed I took from you, never really left…was simply in hibernation waiting to break you again.

You let me hold you briefly, and for just a moment, I smelled the scent of a little boy.

Yet what I see now is a damaged man.

Yet you called me…so we know it is tragic once again.

Will it ever not be?

Can I do my magic again?

Will you smile again?

Do you know love anymore?

The mistakes we make as our years pass…often fall onto the innocent watching us make them.

Did I infect you?

Did I love you?

Enough?

The sadness of being witness to what you love crumble, that can no longer be repaired by even loving them more…is simply greater than a human soul can bear.

So, I give you to God.

He repaired me.

Please let me show Him to you…and son…He will fix you to.

For whatever we are, have been, or will be, has little to do with what we believe is our destiny.

It was chosen the moment we are born, and waits to appear when we surrender…

For the world is suffering, that exists to tear at the veil of our hearts.

So, in that complete vulnerability we feel unconditional love for the very first time.

That’s how God loves you son, as do I…

And like Him, I will be right here, forever in love with you. Father to son.