Over the last months, slowly, almost imperceptibly, your voice has begun to change…or rather the something behind your voice, the something that I used to hear, and although in disagreement with the content, comforted by the tenor….now it seems as though that something has been replaced by a detached, feigned interest. The new voice deals with the superficial and lacks the range to pose the probing, important, obvious questions…..where did your other voice go….can it be reclaimed??
In the grey light of an overcast dusk, as darkness enters the world, I sit and wonder.
Perhaps, if only I had the courage to articulate my internal despair, you would find your voice and boldly proclaim:
“Son of Mine, I see you from afar – now a grown man – I am uncertain where you are headed, surprised as you wander and struggle; where once I was certain that you had found your way. How can I reach out to you when you are wiser, kinder, and absolutely more lost than I have ever been. And my despair has robbed me of the voice which used to be mine.”
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