A Poem from my past...

When you first took a breath, I first carried you. That's how I brought you through.
I held you and placed your feet firmly on the ground, I left you to learn to walk, and soon you knew and began to grow.
I held your hand to guide you,
because you did not know where to go.
With wide curious eyes you watched the world.
Your curiosity brought us new places, and I loved to watch you learn.
As a toddler you knew of Me, and felt safety.
My reality was never a question.  And as your personality came out I could see just why it was so easy to love you.
Although you were rough at times, I saw the part of you no one else could see.  The part you soon began to hide as you became older.
With your toddler years behind you life started to become more difficult.
Lessons learned seemed too much for you at times.  And you were often frustrated with yourself.
Years passed, and time seemed to harden you.
You became protective of a broken lonely heart, and although My love for you never changed, you did.
I remained over you, watching, but stopped being a part of you.
My realness seemed to become somewhat of a dream you had awoken from.
You let go of Me and lost Me in the process (or so you thought).
And when you reached out a hand to find mine I was not there.  There was a barrier between us.
I watched as your world changed, My name was no longer on your lips or in your heart.
This brought Me great sorrow, those few years that tried you the most had me in pain waiting for your return.
How I missed being by your side.
It broke my heart when your only recognition of me was to blame me for your pain.
I tried to tell you I was here to heal your pain.  But you did not hear me.
Every cry of desperation broke My heart even more.  I wanted you to know I heard every word.
You were always on My mind.  My thoughts were of your safe return.  Back in My arms where you belong.
But I knew you were too stubborn, you would pull through by your own strength.
Each decision on your own seemed to pull you down further.  You had lost your Compass, and so lost the Way.
Your spirit began to cry out.  I could feel such pain, but could do nothing until you came back to Me.
Life had hardened your heart though.
I knew I had to step in.
That's when you cried out to Me.
At that very moment I heard your cries, and sent the strongest angels who fought off what seemed to hold you down.
And although you could not see it, I was there in those nights.  Your struggles and sorrows became My enemy.  And I set the path again for you to find your way back to me.
Your story is not finished, there's still more to tell.  And I'm still here.  Waiting for you, with open arms.  Telling you to come home.