Gloria darling, as to a daughter I would say:
A tiny bird in frightened flight stuck a wire and fell to earth quiet dead.
The great voice from the Force in the universe let out a moan,
It scoped up the spirit of the tiny thing and whispered to its changing form:
“It only hurts a tiny bit, but oh the JOY you’ll see in what is New.”
Holding fast its tiny form the Almighty cried with renewed power,
“Come with Me, and see the TOTAL TOWER of LIFE, OF JOY of all that is Beyond,
Where Rivers of joy flow from Energy un-tapped until the wire snapped your tiny neck.”
Of course you’ll wonder why, until in time you see the All of HIM who is the LIFE, the WAY, and
The truth or REALITY of what He IS. To BE or not to BE is never the question,
To see the inner LIGHT is where the answer rests, as in love between two lovers
Who never quite see the hidden wire or the unseen paper on the desk
Of LIFE’S immutable quest.
You are so precious Gloria. The things you write
Make the Desk of God a living thing to this broken, hungry heart of mine.
George