(On vacation, enjoying myself far from home, I wept one morning when I remembered the sadness, and these thoughts came.)

I believe that God will forgive me
as I am one of God's idiot children,
thinking God cruel in my moments of sadness,
thinking God should be honest and tell me
when my prayer is wasted,
not knowing how a good end would even be built,
but still I smile and gasp speechless
at the flame of a flower.
As good as blind when I try to see God
I seek past the pain for the warm embrace
but the idiot child cannot fathom.