Pray that love
will be a kind master
blue green and
light of corners,
chastised child
inwardly declaring
independence,
wailing
like lost banshees,
wanton wills,
product of environment,
be one with
apprehension
comprehension
well worth being
God will punish
indiscriminately.

...and as of all
seasons past
must make of us,
no longer a child
but revised,
no longer abandoned
in the grip
and slip of survival.

Prepare
for the play;
come what may,
of tomorrow;
be it sweet with love
or sad in sorrow.