feeling His pain

last night i wept as i prayed. wept because i felt my father's sadness. He was lonesome for my company. He'd gone with me the day through, commenting on this, that and the other thing, encouraging me, inspiring me forward, patting my back and embracing my sorrows ... and the most i could offer in return was a half-hearted bedtime prayer. i felt God cry. His tears were on my cheek.