DEAR SON – LETTER 5: TOUCH SOMEONE

Dear Son,

I send this whisper, 

A whispering message to you. 

Listen carefully, Son. 

When your hands have toiled, 

And your back bends beneath the world’s heavy burden, 

I am sending you to go, touch someone. 

Dear Son, 

When the well of your spirit runs dry, 

When even the sky feels heavy, 

When you’ve done all you could, 

When shadows in your solitude become unfriendly, 

Rush. Go, and touch this person. 

Dear Son, 

Carry your trembling heart like an offering, 

Let him see the cracks that line your soul, 

Let him see your eyes, 

Baring the truth of helplessness. 

Go before him with no mask, no lies of “I’m fine.” 

Do not pretend you can stand when you are falling. 

Dear Son, 

Run to this person with your tears held in hand, 

Like fragile glass in trembling palms, 

Lay your brokenness before him, 

Go before him open as the sea under a bruised sky. 

Show your scars. 

Lay your vulnerability down at his feet, 

Every piece of you.

Dear Son,

You ask, who is this person I must touch? 

You ask, why must I touch a stranger? 

Does my voice speak of departure, 

Or a farewell soon to come? 

No, Son. 

This is not a call to leave, 

But a journey to where you truly belong. 

Remember when I said, 

Expect nothing from others? 

This is different. 

Dear Son, 

This is not expectation, 

This is finding your way back

Way back to the hands that first molded you from dust. 

Touch Him, the all-powerful. His name is God. 

Hold on to Him like the wind holds the storm, 

Until He blesses you. 

Dear Son, 

Grip the edge of His garment, 

And do not let go until your heart beats lighter with His blessing. 

From DadDa

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