Sonnet # 3

The third sonnet for "Brutally Honest Conversations with God."

There really is no place that I can hide?
No stone, no home that you won’t overturn?
You’ll follow me along a lifetime ride, 
of highs and lows and blessings I have spurned?

At times, this thought inspires me with wealth.
I see the blessings of your charity.
In others, I am fearful, overwhelmed; 
in knowing that I need be overseen. 

Why cannot I live life as I see fit,
without the glaring gaze of watchful eyes?
That way I do not feel I’m in a pit,
with you above to praise me or chastise. 

To follow me wherever I may go, 
is not a comfort but a bed of woe.

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