Thirty five.

June 22, 2015 § Leave a comment

To become like a child
like my child
like I was as a child
before I was ruined
spoiled by trying

when I came unaware of the grease on
my dress and the words I did not
know
when I came gaping and rude
with inappropriate questions and
groping hands
when I had no reason to think I
would not be satisfied with
answers
when no part of me thought I should not
crawl right in and make myself at
home
prying
prodding
kneading.

All this time I expected to wake up
hard
strong
seasoned
wise
standing in the Presence like someone in the know.

I forgot what I was doing.
Never was that the path.
Never was that the promise.
Wrong way.

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