she is the girl who rolls in her own muck -
defying vertigo
by believing that she has not reached
rock-bottom
bc God cannot find her at the foot.
he is the God who has long & strong arms.
as she falls, sheds contrite tears
& does anything but love herself -
even running away from her own skin, or God,
he loves.
he is the kind of dad who will pick her up,
shower then towel her dry from ordure,
hold her close & tuck stray locks of hair away
from her face, for clarity,
for his picture of love beheld.
he is my daddy God, who treats me
to vanilla ice-cream
after such an episode,
bc Grace is mimed in an ice-cream treat.
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