Change

The undefined feeling of peace, the enjoyment of tears strolling down a sorrow face, to see the one and only creator observe you say the word change, the inspiration of your soul in my heart which overtakes me, shows me your grace. The screaming child is released. Your whole again, or at least your getting there. I scream to the heavens and say thank you because I know this time it’s different. I know you need, you strive for, you admire the one and only creator who has saved you from un-satisfaction. Now when I look at you, I don’t see those tears in your heart, I see the mercy of the father consuming your soul.