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*Our father, who art in heaven...*

I know love exists because if you open his bag you would find my favorite snack when it's the least favorite of his,
I have never doubted its existence.
But have you seen what we have been up to lately?
What they are the streaming on the news,
what we are doing daily?

I know love exists because his pen does
and so does he
because he writes
(at times for me.)
I like the world he creates
I like finding myself in his story
but if I'm currently not a fan of Your script
what does that say about me?
*pen breaks*
(Help! Take this blasphemy out of me.)

I haven't been paying attention to the birds that sing
or feel the normalcy of gratefulness in the mornings
and I don't give thanks in the evenings
so forgive me father for I have sinned.

I know love exists because they do
and I have met the embodiment of home
for You have blessed me endlessly
with these people I call my own.
But it's been a while since I skip-walked on the road
or feel a wave of love for the street dogs,
while I'm existing (barely)
it's the state of nothingness I long for.

Forgive me father for I have sinned
by doing the things I'm not supposed to
for not calling it quits
for all the things I continue to do.
And I don't remember the last time I felt a wave of love for a stranger that sat next to me,
I don't seem to have any recollection
I hate to say this out loud,
but I may not be a big fan of Your creations.

What does that say about me?
Holding on to these agonies,
holding on to this misery.

*Our father, who art in heaven...*

I know love exists because she does
and so did he
because You died on the cross
and carried all my burdens for me.
But forgive me father, I have a confession to make,
I don't remember the last time I gave, all I do is take.

*አባታችን ሆይ፣ በሰማይ የምትኖር...*
I have been avoiding prayers these days
because of these words that are four.

•...እኛም የበደሉንን ይቅር እንደምንል...*
for that would make a fraud out of me
I haven't uttered these words in a while
I haven't prayed lately.

Forgive me father, for I don't seem to let go
has this heart of mine been always this shallow?

Forgive I forgot I was forgiven
forgive all the hate I feel
forgive the way I behave
for I have tremendously sinned.
And forgive this question I'm about to ask You
but ንገረኝ እስኪ አምላኬ
does love run out?
ፍቅር ያልቃል እንዴ?

And forgive I have the audacity, to ask this of You
for I am deeply aware, all that love truly is You.


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