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.