You take my hand and we go out
into the world.
You are my dearest playmate, companion.
the Mind says to me
“Are you crazy?”
“Who are you to speak of God this way?”
But, I am learning
to listen only to Your laughter,
to relax into the giggles we share,
to take Your hand in mine,
to trust You —
I smile at my Mind, all his babbling,
like a jealous, drunk friend!
the Heart sees differently —
And I know that this romping about,
playing with mischief, roaring in laughter and joy,
through these life-days of shimmer and shine
is the only reason I came.