THE WONDER OF IT ALL

As the years fly past
I grow big very fast,
with longer arms and longer legs,
about the length of the posts on my bed.


I think and think, think about God,
how he might think me a rotten little sod.
But then, he might think me a sad little girl,
and so place in my heart a most precious pearl.


When each day comes, the night too,
and I don't know what to do,
because everywhere has become dark,
then all at once there'll be a little spark.

It's the pearl! the pearl!
given by God to a little girl.
I thought of this poem a long time ago,
now I find, it's turned out just so.

Tushie   1/8/12