Just a kid, like me.

Who is that there you are trying so hard to shape, mold, preserve and control?

A 'nother perfect begotten soul cast from the mold of the Mightiest Craftsman?

What do you imagine there would be if you were to find it in your heart to let him be

as what he is?

What are you afraid of, really?

My God! Look into your self for just long enough you'll see the source of the fright in thee-

it's your self you've been so afraid to uncage, don't you see?

Jesus returns when no one's looking and you see one out of a billion more or less accidentally

as the orphan nobody cared to spend time with,

see what he is becoming, it's enough to make you see

who you and I could be... were we so left uncontrolled and free.

Who is that kid there, holding his breath, you are trying so hard to shape, mold, preserve and control to death?

He is your teacher, Silly!

photo by Bill Lancaster 2018