God is good
he sings
to himself
while munching away on his large-sized cookie
at our local bookstore
and I
peering around
impatient to be on our way
he, my three year old, had insisted
that we sit
with great ceremony
to cookie partake
where is your coffee, Mommy,
he asks
that I had already taken care of
but he was solicitous of my welfare
God is good
he sings
and suddenly I notice
these sweet lyrics
learned at his Baptist daycare
of which I am decidedly not
a church member
and chosen exclusively for its known
excellent
pre-k program
but yet
you cannot argue
with those lyrics…
God is good
he sings
and at that moment
I espy
coincidentally
a sign to my left
that reads
“go ahead…surrender”
and then
in quick succession
a woman walks by
sporting a t-shirt
that proclaims
oddly enough
“I am a saint”
did I just receive
operating instructions
is it really that simple?
(notice, I did not say easy)
God is good
he sings
Annie Kiyonaga
2002
(The artwork was created by the three year old mentioned here - my younger son - when he was around ten years old.)
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