A Jewish boy walked me home last night.
He held my hand as I gushed about You.
The soggy cool of Midwestern winter
Filled our lungs and padded our steps.
I imagined I was in your snow globe:
You strategically shook the tiny plastic flakes
And smiled, seeing them swirl
Around us as we whispered.
I hope that he thought about You,
On his walk alone across the fields
After we had said goodnight.
That his globe water was a little less frozen,
Perspiring in your colossal palms
As you patiently wait to shake
His world awake with grace,
As You so love to do.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
A Jewish boy walked me home last night.
He held my hand as I gushed about You.
The soggy cool of Midwestern winter
Filled our lungs and padded our steps.
I imagined I was in your snow globe:
You strategically shook the tiny plastic flakes
And smiled, seeing them swirl
Around us as we whispered.
I hope that he thought about You,
On his walk alone across the fields
After we had said goodnight.
That his globe water was a little less frozen,
Perspiring in your colossal palms
As you patiently wait to shake
His world awake with grace,
As You so love to do.