To My Real Father, From The War Zone

Because all things are possible by Your Grace, I won't give up. Because life is impossible, I have to rely on You. Because I look at the map of my own life privy to a view no other human shares, seeing the land-mines and the no-man's lands and the detours I've had to take, Because I see this terrain half a century into the War, infrastructure bombed, populations that will never recover emotionally in their lifetime, and because I know how my steps are dogged by hands that reach up from quicksand memory, my hope is in You. The map I see is less than the one You Know.