("still" in Orange)
My God! There’s things in my life where I need
some help to work out ways to do them well.
And not just one, but many, I concede.
But also there’s two tendencies from hell:
The one is to be lazy, in effect
to say it's up to you to make it work.
And often you have stepped in, and just swept
me up in your good purposes. You lurk
about the place, just trying to help out.
Supplying air to breathe, and often food,
some friendly face who smiles instead of doubts.
But sometimes my response has been quite rude:
instead of looking up, blessing your name,
instead of copying my father’s way
of seeing all the good that is to blame
for life continuing, then rightly say-
-ing something with my mouth to credit where
creative love has stepped in once again,
to be a kind of priest, who won’t just stare
zombie like, but look up, and disdain
the kind of independence that won’t thank
someone for spreading goodness round the place.
My other tendency’s to “soldier on”,
not looking for my orders, “on my own”.
And you want neither. You want kids who’ll shine
out with your family’s spirit, like your Christ.
Oh, thank you for your gifts of love sublime:
his spirit, and his life - all sacrificed.
I love you,
too.
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