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Sunday, February 28, 2010

Lucky is the believed in God, I don’t think.
All this time I spend not knowing,
God’s children are always in sight.
All their Jerry Springer moments go seen. All their deaths foreknown.
Even the favourites.

But I, father on the ground, father at work, father at arms,
Leave my children again and again,
In rooms filled with slings and arrows,
In streets paved with gold.
Every cliché free to introduce itself
Every opportunity knocking them around.

I am lucky.
Where Gods can have no hope for knowing, I know it only.

1 comment:

laamsha said...

so tender. your dear little ducklings have no idea how lucky they are. one can live a whole life without that kind of adoration and protection. t