Your children ran ahead down
woodland trails always waited
laughing at forks for your nod
always settled within the comfort
of your soothing songs
as you showed them the sky
I know the contrary paths
they’re now choosing tear
at you & how they’re distracted
by shiny stones down in the dirt
with no God-vision or sense
of all you long to share
I ponder how I not bitten
by the worm that gnaws your soul
can know a thing for my hurt
is not the same & you
blame yourself for the dry land
devoid of music where they wander
