sturdy sam stumbled into
my row of chairs at church
and then just stood there,
dazed and drowning in a jacket
he seemed unable to escape from.
i picked him up, all sleeves
and curls and solid toddler,
and for the first time in my
young life he laid his head
on my shoulder, as though
we had always been the
oldest and dearest of friends.
is this, i wonder, what God feels like
when i, too, fall into His arms?
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