To My Real Father, From The War Zone Poem by Max Reif

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.