Young Sophie Tosh is growing older still
each day, and every year, in time until
her life in this world has been swallowed up,
that's by a greater life that is errupt-
ing even now in this old world, with good
that comes from up above just as it would
if the creator, who is love and truth,
was still sustaining goodness like a roof
to cover and protect from harmful rays
and make a place of safety in this haze.
And if he would respond to her young heart
that's wanting to spread goodness for her part,
by giving her her heart's desires yet,
so making hopes come true, against most bets,
please give her wisdom to express your love
in ways that smell like you, to those who shove
around here on this Earth, we've seen your smile
on her face, as she faces hard things, while
she learns to cry with those who, suffering,
can be helped by her standing, buffering -
giving breathing space between the bouts
and helping them to learn to trust with shouts,
depending on God’s graceous-ness that’s found
all strewn about this world here on the ground
and in the sky, and sea, and evening breeze.
May your sophia in her be what frees
her to connect with love the folk she sees
(depending on its source, here) by degrees.
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