Spoon-fed

Spoon-fed
 
Mostly alone these days
but I don’t feel lonely.
 
The Friend is at my elbow,
peering over my shoulder.
 
My Companion, my Sole Provider,
He sees to my needs. 
 
Everything that comes to me,
comes through Him. 
 
It’s all medicine – sometimes bitter,
sometimes sweet; intoxicating
 
or brutally sobering.
Spoon-fed as if to a toddler.
 
O child of God, Baba said, ‘to know Me
as I really am, become a child at heart’.