Run to me

Dear child,
why you run from me?
why you persist on figuring things out by yourself?
when you know you can't keep living life this way
Do you really think that living is 
to make yourself numb?
I've made the juicy fruits so you'll taste all the richness of it
I've made the trees and their shadows so you'll experience 
their freshness in the summer sun


You live as if you were in surgery
living off anesthesia 
dulling the pain for a moment but doing nothing to cure it


Let me be that cold soothing water on a hot desert day
Let me be your moon on those dark somber nights 


Dear child, 
I have nothing against you running
but run to me
not from me.
Run to me. 




Isaiah 42: 1-4
"He won't brush aside the bruised and the hurt 
   and he won't disregard the small and insignificant,
   but he'll steadily and firmly set things right.
He won't tire out and quit."