Heavenly Father

Disclaimer: Here’s the third of 5 poems written in December 2010 for my Intro to Creative Writing final. I was 22 years old at the time. I also had a read a selection of these (or maybe all of them?) in front of my class as part of my final.

Clearly I had a thing for acrostics, because the last three poems in my portfolio are acrostic poems. “An acrostic is a poem (or other form of writing) in which the first letter (or syllable, or word) of each line (or paragraph, or other recurring feature in the text) spells out a word, message or the alphabet” (Wikipedia).

He who is not here, but lives above,

Eternally crafted, made with love.

Answering prayers as they are asked,

Vicariously living through his Son’s past.

Earth was created by your hands.

Naughty yet nice, a sinner, here I stand.

Living like you is what makes life good.

You always believed; you knew I could.

. . .

Faith in you surely takes its toll.

A daughter of yours has become my role.

Train up a child in the way that she should go.

Help me Father, for I need you to know,

Ever since you took him, my life felt incomplete.

Receive me Lord, so someday we can meet.

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