What wasn’t told in Christanity, what we couldn’t get, is that father is always younger than we are. This the most sacred and supreme truth of not only Christanity but all faiths. God, is always seventeen.

I become old but you are always a teenager, my bridge to the child in heaven, in you I see onety I seek, it is for you, that I wish to speak.

O father o friend, seeking your tracks, one of your image is lost, guide me, thy humble image, guide my heart and pilgrimage.

You are there in some corner of unachievable, without you my universe is inconceivable, at some point I am not the sum of knowledge I know, and logic is Renaissance, a truth you sow, so shall I reap from this deep, no need for faith you are my leap.

You are all knowing but give so little, tell me that human shell is so brittle, but dad I always keep getting older you are the same, ages elapse in incarnate humanity’s frame , so why not give it to me now why learn in stages? My kind has only your guidance as wages, I am boundaries even in my thoughts dad I am primeless, but you never age you are always timeless, dad they won’t take you for father is it my failure and loss, why can’t you be everyone’s family dad why random coins you have to toss?

I envy your youth, power and knowledge, but nothing affects you, your grace and love. All melts before your presence, evil burns away, in flashes of light you come to concept but you never stay, oh your perfection have I ever seen? Seven colors of light in one trinity of three colors, Unfathomable you are perfect, Say One 3een.