God’s Child Playing

 

Once again I fall,

Fall on my knees,

Like a child after a ball,

And like father, God watches with please.

 

The mighty father sees

His cherub playing, learning,

Helps He not with every breeze,

Exclaims, ‘Thou art just a starter darling!'

 

My mountainous tumbles,

To him just childish rolls,

And complaints just boyish grumbles,

Pacifies, ‘Thou just play son, I worry about goals!’

 

And I go on playing

For the father’s muse,

Constantly with spirits flying,

Till the teacher Himself rues.

 

The child thus goes

For the biggest of tries,

Yes! Smiles only a rose

After the branch gives many thorny cries.