rejected
Father..
My heart has heard your summon.. a call unto your throne..
you sit waiting and yearning.. longing for your child to rest upon your lap… the creation of your hands.. molded into your image.. given life by your breath.. cherished by your blood.. and consumed by your warmth..
There you sit.. patient.. yearning.. simply to extend your embrace..
yet.. your child peers into your room.. only to quietly turn, and walk away.
