Saturday evening
In my living room, Elmo squeaks a cheerful little ditty.
Eldon sucks on his fingers, clutches his blankie, and giggles.
In my basement, little girls play dress up and and exchange silly bands.
Outside my window, a crowd gathers by the side of a grave.
When sweet babies are afraid, shall I not assure them that all is well? I buckle seat belts and dice hotdogs, yet I persistently shower my children with phony, smiley optimism, wanting so badly to convince them, to convince myself, that this world is fundamentally safe.
But today, that seems so... futile. My voice squeaks like Elmo's, and the fluffy red puppet does not comfort.
In my living room, Elmo squeaks a cheerful little ditty.
Eldon sucks on his fingers, clutches his blankie, and giggles.
In my basement, little girls play dress up and and exchange silly bands.
Outside my window, a crowd gathers by the side of a grave.
When sweet babies are afraid, shall I not assure them that all is well? I buckle seat belts and dice hotdogs, yet I persistently shower my children with phony, smiley optimism, wanting so badly to convince them, to convince myself, that this world is fundamentally safe.
But today, that seems so... futile. My voice squeaks like Elmo's, and the fluffy red puppet does not comfort.
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| Smile! Elmo loves you! |
Hear my cry, O God;
listen to my prayer.
listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 61:1-2