A Letter to the Lord I

Dear Lord, can I have a minute of your time, while I sit here looking up into the heavens?

Lord, from my crib, growing into my career, sometimes I feel like I

am alone in this world,

without anyone to comfort me

in my hour of need.

Alone, abandoned—my mornings

are without a child’s cry

or the smell of bacon in the air.

Lord, I just don’t know sometimes.

Evenings I find myself staring

out my window into empty space—

no birds, no flowers,

not even a cloud in the sky.