Dear Pastor, When) I(Came Home

We have been separated now for three years you from me myself from my wife. It is hard to talk of love when others hide behind other things I cannot. It is my daughter I miss kisses never given eyes orbs bright veiled moon sleeps bright sun peeps. People expect things I cannot give things some never had having had them I always will. People expect miraculous visions one I had the future of others that would them come to pass and they did. Pastor thank God for taking this sight from my grasp as I was unworthy to hold it for as long as I did. My mind now begins to dim people read what is not there I cannot say what they mean lost in your though I would yet stay for your smile.