Behind the Hand
I approach God
like that
little black squirrel
nibbling peanuts
from a man’s hand.
Then freezing
stock still
as if to ask,
Am I supposed to do this?
Is that big man
behind the handful of peanuts safe?
The squirrel decides,
he means no
harm.
He nibbles some
more.
And I remind
myself God intends good for me.
And I am grateful
for family, friends, food
and all the
things He provides.
I close my
eyes.
Type.
Listen.
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