Of the field.

May 7, 2015 § Leave a comment

Is this what it means to be a moment?
The way the baby grows right up and out of her clothes,
the way she stares blankly one day and belly laughs the next?

Is this what it means to be a child of God?
Beloved for shitting right through her pants,
vomiting down her mother’s chest,
screaming all night,
screaming all day.

Adored, cherished, chased,
ferociously protected,
understood
for nothing.

Tended to and loved because you are
Fought and provided for because you breathe
Never doing anything more than need and want.

I will not abandon you.
I will not give you a snake.

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