“Dad, I’m scared.”
I told my father.
It was the uncertainty
that was engulfing —
as if a great void,
both hollow and menacing,
stretched out its eyes around me,
and the abyss,
with unseen hands,
was drawing me in.
I was genuinely afraid.
“Don’t be,” my father said.
“Surrender your worries to God.
What man cannot do,
without even asking,
our Lord God will do.
Just pray,
pray as hard as you can.
Be faithful,
have patience —
He will answer.”
It was a kind of magical wisdom
he was passing on to me.
“One day, when you have a family of your own,”
my father continued,
“you will truly understand
these words of mine.”
And I never saw myself living past thirty,
yet with great age and no paperwork,
I couldn’t disagree with what I was told.
My hesitations, worries, and fears are still there,
yet my father’s words
embrace me in a gentle calm.
I’m still afraid —
but for tonight, I feel
I can sleep a little better.
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