February 10, 2009

Matthew 16

Warm winter with
lapsang and Parmesan,
mac-and-cheese and children;
each one at a different
age of tantrum.
We are the young in You,
we yearn to tell You what to do.
The devil dwells in
our mouths and in our Macs;
behind our backs, beyond control.
Smarties in the hands of toddlers
long to be sweet, not crushed
and ground in carpet,
We rush to stop it, we rush to
say "no," to refuse and remove;
silently unsure what to say "yes" to.
Rules to life, attempts one and two:
close computer screens early and instead
join my lovely wife in her lonely bed,
and then wake early, to cereal
and self brewed coffee,
with wanton sips of priority.