Listen to This Poem. Kneeling down on my knees, pleading you as to pray "Heavenly father give a peaceful space for your son to lay; You have created me and all my problematic situations Defeated, I beg- My father -My savior, rescue me from this agitation” Your son needs you lord; let him not befall on the chasm Little patience that I swerved is at its end, and I raise my arms; Nothing more I can do, no more effort I can put anymore Rescue me my lord- my savior, drift my sorrows ashore. There he appeared with a halo- then my Holy Father spoke "My son, I'm always beside you-till the end of your destiny on this earth. Your ignorance appends darkness in your life; I showed the path to light I created you, not your problems; I created a clear hearted son- not a complicated human; Yet my love for you is eternal, but I want you to be a man, my son.” On his elegant words, I pondered and cursed my deluding intelligence For blaming him for all my misdeeds and