Fingerprint from God; Guess who, it’s me. Many years gone now, but in the leaves of an old prayer guide my fingers wandered. The subject matter from another time telling me I had to obey and respect my master, however I wasn’t quite sure who my master was. Having possession of my own self this seemed reasonably offensive but still relevant.
In oppressive sections of a world still evolving, then it clicked, I was in possession of my late father’s prayer guide book. That of his conformation as a Christian human. I did love my dad, but he died when I was fourteen years of age dad was a cheery optimist, who had faced many adversities and whilst reading this small prayer book guide, I realise that somewhere in the corners of these pages was a world, for awhile it was saying too me, “this is a fingerprint from God, guess who it’s me.” So there we are, affirmation. From dad once more, I am with you, as much as you were with me, and with that you have my love. I’m telling you who to protect and they are the vulnerable ones, they are my grandchildren you see them through my eyes.
