Like A Prayer
by Christos Polydorou
Our fathers expected us to live life, fatherless. This is impossible.
Our fathers left us out in the cold, in the rain, and expected us to disappear. This is unacceptable.
Our fathers refused to give us a chance to speak, lest we crush them with their mistakes, like they drained every drop of our childhood by constantly berating our childhood mistakes.
Fatherless, we wandered off into the world, looking for fathers.
We found boyfriends, girlfriends, dogs, cats, birds, and books. We found music, paintings, and beautiful buildings. We found galleries, museums, city squares, and city parks. We found roses, magnolias, rivers with cranes in them, swans beating against the sky, a thousand swallows changing the day sky into night. Something filled our unchangeable hearts. It was hope, beyond hope. It was love, but from the source.
We found ourselves.
And when we did Something found us.