Gods care

this work at the exhibition:
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Were that I were God
to be able to hold you
in the palm of my hand
as you slept
dreaming of things I would only see
through your eyes and life.
To protect you from skinned knees
and the inevitable broken hearts.
To send the cooling breeze
on a hot summer's day
and to smile, invisible,
as you go on your way
content in the knowledge
that if I were God, you'd never
skin a knee, unless you wanted to.
and the angels would accept
that I love you above all creation.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.