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Teaching me to trust



I’ve asked you to teach me to trust you:

I awake all stuffy and full of cold.

A tea to relieve the grogginess

Burns a scar into my arm

I cry bitterly

After screaming chillingly

And you use it to teach me to trust you?


I know your kingdom works

Upside down and inside out

I know your ways are not mine

But I marvel at how a burn

So carefully orchestrated

Can be used to teach me to trust.


Is it true you are behind the ugly beautiful?

It is true you use pain and suffering to show us grace?

The more I suffer

The more I feel it is your grace

It has to be

Because it is so beautifully orchestrated


Not a drop of steaming tea

On the babe nursing at my left

(The right side

A direct hit

On a newborn face)

(Ten minutes before;

A harsher burn)

(A different angle;

A more sensitive part of my body.)


You showed me love

In the form of community

The baby held

My arm mopped

A wet rag wrung out

Reapplied


A little boy´s heart

Desperate to make up for the mistake

Bringing me satsumas

Vitamin C

‘Aids in healing’

Reads sign on fridge


Is it true that you are behind the ugly beautiful?

Is it true that you use pain and suffering to show us grace?

The more I suffer

The more I feel it is your grace

It has to be

Because it is so beautifully orchestrated

Enough

Facing up to C section disappointment

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