Under the pre-dawn sky. I let it pour into me, and it takes me up, into it.

I feel the dark blue encompassing me, taking me into it’s lap, and wrapping it’s arms around me.

I am at home here in my Fathers arms, so tiny like a baby, so huge like the ocean in the sky.

Dad, you broke my heart so many years ago. I wandered aimlessly, looking for other than myself to fix it. When I thought it was in my grasp I would invariably find only a ghost. My heart never mending, never whole or at peace. I came at last to a place where there was only me. I looked hard and found only an apparition running so fast, and never quite getting away.

I had to take the pain out, and the puss oozed out of my eye’s.

In my hands lie the broken piece’s of my heart. I show them to you, and hold you in my gaze. You take them and hold me, and I realize that I am in my Fathers arms again.