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
