when it is summer but winter is painted on your forehead
yarn caps and dark sweaters and brittle tree trunks
when they are dark and you are light,
their fire is your water,
and their smile a mirror of the mask you wear
when you are driven to wear the enemy’s uniform
brave and bold but cowering inside with your head held high
when their soul seems out of reach, yours is out of touch
and scrambling to blot the ink from the past you stain the future
when you are lost in reveries of now and forget
that somewhere is a patch of ground where they will bury you someday
when you hurt and ache for a home you know little about
but feel like you can touch time with your fingertips
and can see life breathing into death from an office chair
when hope is like a candle, where a buzzing bee can snuff it out
when your wings are broken from flying toward the clouds
when your heart is torn between the visible
and the trajectory your mind takes as it wanders into the skies
maybe then it is not beauty or wisdom that will save you
but the trust of a child clinging to his daddy’s hand.

Inspired by….
“For the wisdom of this world is folly with God…”.(1 Corinthians 3:19a)
“…and said, ‘Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven….'” (Matthew 18:3)



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