The sun rises into the morning sky, whispers are echoed across the land “Are you real, if so please speak to me” The hummingbird sings you a sweet melody, while you look for something far greater, not noticing the messenger sitting in the tree. Clouds begin to cover the sky, raindrops forming puddles beneath your face as you demand him again to please speak to you, to please show you a sign. The clouds open and you never notice, the words that seem to come from the thunder as it rolls across the sky. The world seems so dark, blinded by self-pity you ask him to show himself and to teach you what to do. Eyes still close, head hanging toward the ground as your unable to see the moon given you direction while shining down on you. Rocks continuously falling onto your soul, feeling no reason to live, you request a miracle from him, a sign that he even exists. Down in your sorrow, unable to recognize that the newborn child that bares your name was sent to you as a gift. Feeling no identity, looking over the bridge into a stream with no reflection pleading to him to touch you, to show you he really cares. Mind unfocused, unable to feel the hand on your shoulder, as you brush away the butterfly that sits there. And you walked away unknowingly. MrMichael "SDMrPoet"