Lost boy

Father,
I know too well
The darkness that can enshroud
The human heart.
I know too well
The Adversary's lying tactics
That feed into
One's own raging torrent
Of hopelessness and despair.
Depression has many components;
You and I know that one of them
Is spiritual.

Father,
Cut through the darkness
Surrounding the lost boy.
He has journeyed far afield
From family and friends,
All that was once familiar to him.
He has witnessed the disintegration
Of a decade-long relationship.

Whatever demons he must battle,
Help him battle them.
Whatever decisions he must make
About his future,
His health,
His well-being,
Give him the courage to make them,
And the fortitude to see them through.

Do not let the darkness swallow him.
Heal him,
So that he can pick up his life
And resume the business of daily living.
Maker of men,
Look kindly on your creation,
And hold him in this,
His hour of need...