I'm mad at my father.
He said come to me you who are weary I'll give you rest but I'm even more restless after going to him.
He's not answering my prayers or maybe he's taking too long to answer.

I'm mad at my holy father.
He's been giving me the silent treatment and now the people I knew to never lose hope in him are detaching their souls from him. I used to motivate the weary to believe always but now that things took this turn, I don't know how to even inspire them nomore. The words fall to my mouth stuck in my throat making me question if I even believe those words of mine.

I talked to him though.
I believe we came to an agreement. My mind is at rest now that I told him to...