Beverley F. Wright
Playing God (Songs from the Heart & Elsewhere)
Our son,
Our only son,
In our image,
The only one
As precious to us
As Jesus.
We try to play God.
Get him to follow our way
Saying “We are the truth
And the light.”
But, try as we might,
The careless confidence of youth
Leaves us defeated.
We sigh and pray God
In vain. Our hollow voices
Offering salvation -
But in the cold light of day,
Try as we may,
He’ll become his own Creation -
Once we’ve retreated.
Of course it’s absurd
To expect a word
Of anything we say
To be heard
And, in spite of our insistence,
With adolescent persistence
He’ll make his own mistakes
And do what it takes
To become certain -
His own person -
In this terminal existence
We call life.
More Songs from the Heart & Elsewhere:
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Our son,
Our only son,
In our image,
The only one
As precious to us
As Jesus.
We try to play God.
Get him to follow our way
Saying “We are the truth
And the light.”
But, try as we might,
The careless confidence of youth
Leaves us defeated.
We sigh and pray God
In vain. Our hollow voices
Offering salvation -
But in the cold light of day,
Try as we may,
He’ll become his own Creation -
Once we’ve retreated.
Of course it’s absurd
To expect a word
Of anything we say
To be heard
And, in spite of our insistence,
With adolescent persistence
He’ll make his own mistakes
And do what it takes
To become certain -
His own person -
In this terminal existence
We call life.
More Songs from the Heart & Elsewhere:
Annie's Bunnet Open Wide
Also available - Personalized Poems
