What's up?

Txt2P: what's up?
Txt<-P: what's come to mind so far:


Where-ever you are being pulled down to,
and forced to go, no matter what your choice;
that's probably not "up", you're not bound to
go that way, you're a baby girl or boy,

(so, Son or Daughter) of the Most High God,
you're made to grow up like your own father
(or mother), or big brother, where he's trod
gives us the way to grow up, it's "Abba!"

A calling out, and knowing you aren't less,
a trusting that there's love within this world,
then acting from responding-love for best,
that's even when you don't "get" what is hurled

towards you, or quite want it as a gift.
And still to treat what's up as it's a "who", 
and who will answer, and your head up-lift.
That's up, and that's what I would like to do!