It is a peg big enough on which to hang a hope, for every child born into the world is a new incarnate thought of God, an ever fresh and radiant possibility. TX Dear God, I am doing the best I can. But please walk softly as you do. Frogs dwell here and crickets too. Isn't a ceiling, only blue Jays dwell here and sunbeams too.
Ferns grow here and daisies too.
To me you are soft flesh With jolly feather-hairs upon your head And little thoughts going round Inside it. And you my poem, For in my arms is cradled Something fragile Something precious. To cool in the peppermint wind. Past the pits where the Asphalt flowers grow. We shall walk with a walk that Is measured and slow, And watch where the Chalk-white arrows go To the place where the Sidewalk ends.