The Night

It is dark now
and the night is upon me

Soon I will shut my eyes
and my head will rest upon the pillow

Thoughts of you O'Lord fly through my mind
as the restlessness of the day meets
the quiet of the night in sleep.

What do I think about?

What did you think about as a boy growing up?
Who were your friends?
Did you have a special friend?
Did you have a girlfriend?
Was there a first kiss?
What kind of games did you play?
What did you want to be when you grew up?

When did you first find out that you were different?
When did you first find out you were God-man?
Were you scared?
What did your mother tell you?
Did she know?
Did she have an inkling?

Did you have any sisters?
Did you have any brother?

Were you a good fisherman?
What was your schooling?

What did your mother think?

Did you catch her looking at you this God-boy?

Tell me I want to know?

I want to write about it and only you can whisper it in my
ear.   When I do my contemplation put in a few thoughts
about when you were a boy.

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