As far as the east is from the west…
(with apologies to Crockett Johnson and Ruth Krauss)
As far as the east is from the west
On one hand: And the other:
the regret of the past the anxiety of the future
meets you in the middle
presented
with a slap-dash shake-up
capable of making mountains
out of molehills.
Manning up out of the dust we must
or one of his, ribs
(if you’re of the lady-like persuasion.)
A little dirt never hurt
spit in the eye
making mud pies
caking it on
opening them up
until we can see.
Apple of His eye
seed of the tree
of knowledge of good and evil
grafted, after,
to the Tree of Life
planted for His purpose.
You say:
“I’m afraid it won’t grow.”
But every day:
you pull the weeds,
you water it,
and He shines the light even in the darkest corners of the earth.
You say:
“I’m afraid it won’t grow.”
But every day:
you pull the weeds,
you water it,
and He shines the light even in the darkest corners of the earth.
You say:
“I’m afraid it won’t grow…”
every day,
until…