My eyes met the Sun and we rose Crack the sun-kissed knuckles Sink hand to waist Handful of tattered tee Raise above head it plummets to familiar floor Skin exposed Eye-fingers inspect Know every
I call you God for them, not for me. For me you are Father. I know that the ease with which I name you this is a reflection of the esteem I place on my own natural father. I know that this is a