anxious
perplexed
small and scared
with buttery fingers
and Teflon hands
I cannot hold the reality of this charity
and
I am terrified I will lose it
What is it to be happy
to be enraptured
to be swept away in wonder?
What is it to lean back into the bosom of tenderness?
I look at my hands
anxious
nervous
but then they are filled
and you hold tight
don’t worry Beloved,
I got you.
