To Whom.

You have taught me so much. I am forever greatful. When You took me in, I was still a boy. I was desperate to believe in something. Anything. I wanted this to be a magnificent world, full of marvels.

I remember the angst of my youth. My aggression and fear driven by not knowing anything. You sought me out. I wanted to do what was right by You, but only within the confines of my own way of thinking. I hid my fury behind the mask of righteous indignation.

You showed me my folly. Taught me to control my mind, hold it still in my hand like a cup of water.

As I grew, the fires of my temper cooled and the amber glow of fury faded into the pale gray ash of contemplation. I wanted to know me as You knew me, I wanted to see my like through your eyes. The Father becomes the Son. Why did You believe in me, when I didn't even believe in myself?

I grew older still, a man now. My eyes, once vibrant and blue, now pale grey as the ash.

But my mind and heart burns. I want You to show me where I need to be. My true heart's desire is to be where You desire me. Move me, or move the earth around me.