Lord, it's me....I know your there, although many times I've acted as though you were not.

So many times in my life I've faltered but you've never left my side or gave up on your wayward child. I can't say the same for myself as I have done both many times over.

You gave me a strong body, a sound mind and a deep seated sense of right and wrong and asked nothing in return. You showed me the doors to walk through and gave me opportunities others never had.

In return, I've squandered much of what you gave thru ignorance, pride and the pursuit of things that were mere illusions of what was the best in life.

Years have passed and with them so has some of the vigor and enthusiasm that was the flower of my youth. My eyes see less clearly, my step is slower, my bones ache and I'm feeling the inexorable pull of time.

I'm feeling the weight and the gravity of things I did in years past as is the burden of inevitability we all must bare.

Yet I have been blessed with much others have not, two magnificent sons, moments of ecstasy and agony and all that comes between.

I've breathed the air, felt the sun on my face, beheld the magnificence of creation and known the love of a good woman.

I have prayed to you many times over, your the only father I've ever really had. In front of the world let me ask you one more thing father.

You see, I met this woman, she's young, vibrant, full of joy and she loves me more than I ever loved myself. Like me, she was a wayward child, caught up in things she did and didn't ask for and paid the price...