All of what
I would want my child to know my poems attempt.
We are infants before each other, are we not, so vulnerable to each other’s words and movements.
A school I sat in cured me of hurting others.
I have come to see that all are seated at His table, and I have become His
Sometimes God is too shy to speak in public and He pinches me.
That is my cue –
to fill in the blanks of your understanding
the best I can.