(by the pow'r of love)
Though God, we love the way you dinkum ARE -
the way you do your rule and love your kids,
and let your children choose, at least so far
as they can, and are able; hit the skids -
please. Why do you give choice to us small dolts -
-and let us now affect your world so much?
We’re like a bunch of small fillies or colts
who’re led into a lib-ra-ry. As such
we might attempt to take some pages in.
Or gobble up a plant or two that grows
within its walls, leave poo trails where we’ve been,
Our understandings won't be then what shows.
Or will be, at the level they exist.
Unless we are made able, we won’t read.
Experience is what will then enlist
capacities to understand, and needs.
“We need to be emotion-al-ly stirred.”
They say so, for it gets reactions and
will then become a selling point; deferred
calm thoughts which would critique ourselves can’t stand.
So ruling by a will that’s bigger than
all animal biology in me
(which still provides desires, which drive, and can
reduce & flatten my humanity)
must now be learned. But who could help me grow?
Who has shown us what a god can do?
I see enough, to say that I now know
my only teacher worth that term is you!
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