His world makes sense by
simple patterns, requiring only
slight alterations…
What’s for dinner?
What‘s for dessert?
Tomorrow we have Sunday School.
Whose teaching?
We say the Lord’s Prayer.
Barb is a nice sister, right Mom?
Rob is a nice brother…
Would that I so trusted,
one thing gently falling
behind another;
people remaining constant,
life abiding.
It could be that way…
if I just let it
be.
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