His grandpa was his Santa,
so when Grandpa died
his grandson cried
and dropped
the Bible in his hand
and setting sail,
grew…
grew older than
the little boy
who knew God could heal his grandpa
but
refused…
grew up
cutting
cain
with dad
not drinking cokes with mom and pop
but cutting
coke
at kitchen tables…
sometimes,
his mother’s hands
grew
wild hurricane winds
thrashing
smashing
scary winds
which broke
small children
into twigs
around
the kitchen table,
so the boy set sail
on pirate ships
looking
for someone
small to kick
and bullied them into
angry nets
’til his own life
turned
as black and blue
as bruises
on his grandpa’s grave
and white as bones
of those
he kicked…
his feet all tangled
in Santa’s
beard.
When Grandpa died
his grandson cried
and all of heaven wept
til the pirate ship
dipped and dove
and the boy
so frightened and alone
decided for a change of sail
and cried out for his grandpa…
the sun broke into
rainbow dance
and thunder clapped on water
like children opening
hopeful gifts
near mangers
full of
wonder
wow. wow kay. powerful. ❤
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