Monday, June 13, 2011

He comes

jostled awake,

wiping noses and
meeting teachers and
licking envelopes and
piling laundry and
stirring suppers and...

lonely for the girl,
rolling chalk between fingers,
i do not find the self portrait that i wanted.

i cry out,
"come to me,"

and He comes to me wrapped in
these little ones
and cries through them,

"love Me."

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