A babe in the woods
I fell for the world
and all its promises,
dream remnants
strewn and discarded
over a sad and painful terrain
and now I have fallen for You.
Will You let me down? -
a babe in the woods
to be led to and fro,
hither and yon,
no wisdom or discernment,
no knowledge or instinct
upon which to draw and depend.
No place to stand my ground.
Can I trust You?
How to trust one thing
over another?
asks my Lord.
Why not trust everything?
Stop playing the game
and only God is left
holding the bag.
O child of God, wanting and having nothing,
leaves nothing upon which to gamble.
(Unpublished)
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