Story of My Feelings

What if you knew something
That everyone needed to hear?
But no one would listen?

What if you could see things?
Simple things;
Things of beauty and hope.
But no matter
how much you pointed,
no one could see it?

What if you heard
the whispers of God?
What if He revealed to you
new prophecies,
new truths,
new laws?
But you couldn't
find the way
to tell His story?

If ignorance is bliss,
then knowledge is misery.
Misery,
which you carry daily.
As if you must
walk the Via Doloraosa
every day of your life.

While some have
a cross to bear,
I have only knowledge.
But its' weight
is so immense,
it trips me
and makes me stumble.

What if you
never reached Golgotha?
What if you
were sentenced to repeat
the same tribulations,
over and over gain.
Each step
drawing you closer,
only to find
the next day
with a cross beam
strapped to your back.

No release,
no surrender,
just pain
and suffering.

It is an often encountered theory that we will either become one our parents or we will marry someone "just like them," i.e., marrying your father or mother. I have had the unique opportunity to see this evolve in front of me. I've observed for many years the similarities between my wife and her mother, so much so, that the imprint of mother upon the daughter is undeniable. Now I've begun to see another undeniable trend, the imprint of my wife upon her daughters. I try to remain impartial to this observation, but it is complex. Unfortunately I find myself responding negatively to some of my daughters behavior because of the issues I have with their mother about similar behavior.