Come, my child, and sit

Come home to the hand of god

Come sit

In that place

Where all is well

And safety lives

Where the green grass feeds the lamb

And the lamb goes off to play

Or be eaten

Either outcome wonderfully okay

For there is a rightness of things

In the lap of god—

The dance of life in all its understandings.

Come, my child, and walk

Walk the path to god

That wends amid false mountains

And empty promises

Where it appears hard

And wears the faces of challenges—

Illusions we can always disown.

Come, my child, and dance

The pavane of the path to god

Hand in hand in

Skirts and booted trouser legs

The dance of growth

Of polite civilizations

And deep roots—

The knowing of the land

While living above it.

Oh, child, no shame!

No shame

No guilt

No desperate sense of hurriedness

All is not lost

We have not failed

Nothing has come to pass except to teach us.

Oh, child,

How bright the dawn day coming!

And this new earth

So far beyond our current reckoning.

Such joy!

We are almost able to imagine it.