Poem December 27, 2010 ISSUE

A child's prayer of thanks

Tom Black

Thank you, God, for loving me.When I get very quiet and listen,I feel You right here,taking care of me.It's really weird,but also really good.

You're closer than the air,Nearer than most thoughts I think.You're with meWhen I ride my bike,When I walk to school.When I go out on recess,—Especially some days on recess,When Mike is thereAnd the teacher's not looking.That's when I really need to knowMike's Your son,Just like I am.

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