A prayer to the Father about my father:
It is no use.
I will go on loving you.
I am not only okay with the pain these affections cause
as they cut to the quick of my soul,
I am absolutely convinced
that they are the love itself,
Growing upward, toward light,
straining with every last ounce of breath,
Each fiber pushing caution away
and reaching up to touch the
particles of hope that must be above!
I am convinced that that is the shape of my love.
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