Peculiar Children.

So I've asked them to water the daisy plant that I have neglected.

All I hear is giggle, giggle, screech , bubble, laughter....

Its AWESOME.

I don't if this will ever end.

Loving.

For the sake of it.

For the fun of it.

For the seriousness of it.

I sometimes ask.

Is it a bad thing to be real with them?!?

I tell them there is no Easter Bunny.

Tooth Mouse.Santa...

Am I bad.

 I tell them there is love.

A big hole...

with love in it.

I tell them there is pain and suffering.

Hate and poverty.

Death and slavery.

Poverty and war.

I tell them that they are one day going to be teased.

For being good people.

I tell them to make friends with rejected people.

I tell them that Jesus would probably sit

with the naughtiest Kids.

I tell them to be Peculiar.

Because He Holds the Whole World in His Hands.

No Matter What.

>i<.

consider

when laughter warms your heart
you engage
when tears well in your eyes
for pains sake
you feel
when poverty, hunger, abortion
break you
you awake
when concrete floors, and shop doors
become your home
you move
towards heaven
you stop
you think
my food
is reconsidered
when pollution strikes
with force
for it cannot see
that child
behind
my car it
breaks
families
my toilet paper
it endangers my
species
my hands my arms you will find me
deep in shame
but i am trying to get dirty
i am trying to put my own
in my own
to give my own
to You.
For I and they, them and me
we are made
to be in
YOUR
image