Determinations
Oh “Dadda” here I am. I am your child.
Your little child, who must look up throughout
the day at ev’ry lovely thing or wild
adventure, or some trouble, or some doubt,
to share the whole with you, to learn to see
each one of these aright, with feelings which
are meant to come along, and add, and be
mixed in with all I call experience.
So here, I’m starting off today, this way
by looking up, out window t’wards the sky
(the curtain, blue or black, or white, displayed
with colours of the rainbow, as light shines,
from where we get our rain that sucours life,
from where shows sun and moon to help us see,
from where our biggest dangers could be rife;
yet overseen by who made gravity)
I know you're there and look down from above,
with HESED, Hebrews called your cov’nant love
which sees the other, not as thing to shove,
but fam’ly, to be handled with kid glove.
I treasure all your friendship, thoughtfulness,
provision for my day, and tasks, and self.
And want to live together and redress
my immaturities, and lack of health-
-y motives, and responses, ends & means.
I’m glad to have your presence, though I’ll not
be seeing you as well as those seeings
I’m s'posed to give attention to, by God!
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