Persons
So many faces
Each
one different
beautiful in its own way
Do
they realize how important everyone is?
So many minds
Each
one thinking different thoughts
bowing to their former self
Have
they truly comprehended the significance of this?
So many expectations
Each
one coming from a personal bias
bringing a different vantage point to this
experience.
Are
they willing to see what is actually taking place?
So many viewpoints
Each
one with a slant all it own.
bending this night into their own experience.
How
will I get them to allow my Father to work?
So many persons
Each
one unique, and loved from above
bonding with a baby they cannot comprehend.
How
long before they understand?
So many needs
Each
one greater than the one before
becoming larger as the night passes.
Will
they allow me to point them to the true answer?
They are all looking
at me.
Pain
in their heart.
Expectation is in their face.
Hope is in their voice.
