Green trees
and barefeet on mossy seas
Soft words
love for implicit God of these.
Childlike faith, faithful child
Your laugh, to me, is part of the trees.
Stormy skies
and wind that bites away my smiles
Soft rain
cold but nourishing the pain
Childlike faith, faithful child
Your suffering will lead you on to deep
Ocean chill
and waves that change position still
Pounding surf
the test of faith built up to spill
Childlike faith, faithful child
You finally look like me
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