An Apology to My Father©

Dear God -

I turned my back on you

At a time when I needed you most

I didn't realize it then

I was so caught up

In the Mesmer of man

Expecting him to fulfill my desires

I didn't realize it then

When my desires were left

Without manifestation

My heart waxed cold toward man

Toward You too

Who am I to think I

Could make it without You?

Well, the experiment is over

Statistics have proven

There is no me without You

I know You get me

You understand why I do

The things I do

You understand why I say

The things I say

You understand why I feel

The things I feel

You know, You created me

I wish that You would

Enlighten me about me

What do You see

Can I see it too

I'm sorry for my sinful behavior

Irma L Williams - sanctifymewholly@yahoo.com

Greetings



I am Irma Williams, I am referred to by many as 1st Irma. I am an aspiring writer. I sing, I act and I have a stand-up routine that will joke you to life. I am in the Metro AT of L in GA.



I'd like to offer a smidgen of "irmalosphy" (awakenings, rude and otherwise). In the not so distant past, several years after we cooled down behind the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr many of us stopped celebrating Black History Month. Oh but now, oooweee, I can imagine the areas of celebration that had been long forgotten will explode like pop rocks and soda. You know like expressions of theatrical plays, media coverage, and individual involvement. What has recently happened in our country . . . is the Lord's doing, and it is marvelous in our eyes.