Once when my daughter was younger
I allowed her to stray
the crowded room and shiny things
and she was caught up in her world
She strayed a couple isles
Picking up shiny things
She walk away with out knowing
her distance from her safe place
I didn't want to walk away
but when I called her she didn't come
I didn't let her leave my sight
I followed her close behind
But she wasn't looking for me
She was caught up in her own desires
Freedom was fun for a moment
No one told her do not touch
But freedom can be scary
when you discover your aloneness
Her safe place had left
her freedom now confusion
I didn't go to her right away
I allowed her to know her emptiness
That fear I'm sure will reminder
that her place is with her father
I'm not sure her exact emotions
they flooded her face so quickly
At first it seem confusion
then more a bit like pain
The glitter than had drawn her attention
was now meaningless and a barrier
She began to search for me in the vastness
she looked in the faces of others passing by
But strangers were not safe
It was her father she desired
She her confusion turn to pain
she called out to her father
With out delay my heart broke
and my desire was for her
So I stepped out from behind the shiny things
Swooped her into my arms
"I was her sweetheart
I'll never leave you"
"I was afraid daddy, I need you
Don't leave me again"
Our love is now focus
her desires more pure
But what I'm learning
what I'm wondering
Was that my child there
that day?
What I'm thinking, what I'm learning is
that that wasn't my daughter that day
The child lost whose was drawn by glitter
wasn't a daughter at all
It was me and I was my Father
and I was always safely watched
