Uneven Odds

I once knew your father well.

He fought tears as he spoke

of your mother’s health.

I guess a part of him just couldn’t return.

Forgiveness is the lesson

he cursed you to learn.

As your guardian, I was instructed well

to make sense of God’s love in these fires of hell.

Now i don’t expect you to understand,

just to live what little life

your broken heart can.

Maybe your light is a seed,

and the darkness, the dirt.

In spite of the uneven odds

beauty lifts from the earth.

As the years move on

these questions take shape.

Are you getting stronger

or is time shifting weight?

No one expects you to understand,

just to live what little life

your mended heart can.

You’ll always remember

the moment God took her away,

for the weight of the world

was placed on your shoulders that day.

Maybe your light is a seed,

and the darkness, the dirt.

In spite of the uneven odds

beauty lifts from the earth.

You’re much too young now

so i’ll write these words down:

"Darkness exists

to make light truly count."