Every day, I see him and he sees me.
Every day, when I wake up, I look with my eyes for his eyes. I know that I going to find him. He is always there. He looks after me while I am sleeping. He protects me and he watches my dreams.
During the night when I feel lonely and lost, I cannot see him because of the dark of the night, but I can feel his presence, I can feel his loving hands reaching my body to calm my heart, my soul, and my spirit.
When I wake up, I love to see his eyes. They are a beautiful brown. They are peaceful and calm. His eyes tell me to not worry about anything and to live each day trusting that amazing things will happen to me. I believe in his eyes.
I love to see his hands too. His right hand is lifted beside his head, and his left-hand touches his heart. Both are delicate, tender, and radiate pure energy.
From his heart comes such force, that I can feel it coming to my body; I can feel it surrounding my body with warmth, my whole body.
I can see his aura. It is vibrant golden with divine sparks. I love to look at them. They are so real to me. I can even see the movement of the aura like waves flowing softly all around his head. I feel at peace.
Every day I see him and he sees me. Every day I say to him, "Father, guide me. I trust you" and he smiles at me and waves his right hand. I hear his voice in my heart saying, "You are my loving daughter, I love you very much"
Fariddy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem