by tom miller

for you god, sincerely

 

 

the climb up the tree

a child’s joy

 

the climb down

an adult terror

 

what of the fall

god?

 

Where are you

when summer leaves

turn into light

 

the ground into

darkness

 

I only know

I want to be

a better man

 

we all have sinned

some less

some more

 

I

perhaps

more than most

 

to be good

is an intangible

savior

 

but I do want love

and redemption

 

 

what of the fall

god?

 

What of the fall?

 

I pray

let me fall well

 

or at least

better than before

 

let me fall

like a child