In Time, In Time

 

camiMy young daughter and I are not much different;
Little less of this, a little more of that.

She wonders about God’s existence at all;
While I weep for His closeness.

We stumble through our words as
One asks and the other tells of His whereabouts.

There are answers for me in her questions;
There are questions for her in my answers.

Thus it would serve us well to listen to one another.
‘Tis the new wheat that turns from green to gold.

In time, in time… the value of golden wheat,
Baked in the sun, becomes our nourishment.

It is my love for my daughter and her love for me,
That God reveals – in time, in time –

…That there is nothing else to love but love;
God is all we’ll find, even if He is all we resist.

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2 Responses to In Time, In Time

  1. Anonymous says:

    Godful ones, love to you both. Perhaps a definition to observe what’s always there.

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