Mother, May I?

Mother, May I?

July 12, 2010

I would like to believe that every child has at least one happy memory of their mother. Yet in a world such as ours, that is not always the case. Mothers are—as they have always been but are especially now—something precious to cherish. Not all of us, however, can agree with that statement now, if ever.

When I was about four years old I loved my mother as any happy child should. My mother was someone who was fun, silly, attentive, joyful, trustworthy, and caring. I have many memories of her playing, laughing, joking, and simply being with me. Memories of her and I singing together into the tape recorder, of her and I playing dolls and cars together. I cherish every young memory I have of her, because those once happy memories turned into frightening nightmares after I matured into adolescence.

Hatred.

Tragedies blur differences into generalities in the eyes of the community.

-Serenity Elizabeth

Imaginary(?) Friend

This is a song I wrote quite some time ago, but is one of the works I've always held very dear to my heart. I wrote it as a teenager, when I was struggling through a very hard period of doubt in God and all things pertaining to Him. I didn't know if I believed in God, believed in anything... It was a very dark and very lonely time of my life. Feeling away from God was the most miserable I've ever felt. I wrote this to illustrate coming out of that doubt and realizing what I really believed. It is actually a song and meant to be sung. Perhaps I will post a recording... I don't have music for it, however, just acapella. I just couldn't ever match what I played with what I had in my head. Nevertheless, I hope whoever reads this will take something meaningful away from it.

Imaginary(?) Friend

God, if you're there,

Can you hear my helpless plea?

God, if you're there,

Will you promise to stay with me?

Oh God, if you're there,

Please help me 'cause I'm crying out to you,

To you.

Walking through forests with no road to follow,

Staring at stars and wondering which way is North,

I'm all alone but somehow I feel you walking right beside me.

So God, if that's you holding my hand,

Never let me go.

God, can you hear me?

I need to hear your gentle voice.

God, can you help me?

'Cause there are just too many choices.

God, can you see me?

Please dry my tears, they're overflowing.

Save me, I'm drowning.

Walking through forests with no road to follow,

Staring at stars and wondering which way is North,

I'm all alone but somehow I feel you walking right beside me.

So God, if that's you holding my hand,

Never let me go.

Oh God, there you are.

Know that I'm so sorry.

God, there you are,

And the only one that left was me.

God, there you are.

I know your love is everlasting.

Everlasting.