If you don’t know how faith is found
Then watch this sparrow hit the ground
And listen for the whispered voice
And wait to see Him give me choice
To choose my way to death or life
To pick a path of joy or strife
He forces not the best on me
Nor scorns my fall for all to see
His hand is still beneath my form
Waiting to shelter me in the storm
Foggy nose-print, cold wet window
Water streaming on the pane
Mommy, mommy when will I be
When will I be all grown up?
Thunder booming, lightning flashes
Years streaming down the drain
Mommy, mommy when will I be
When will I be all grown up?
High heels clopping, puddles splashing
Runny makeup leaves a stain
Mommy, mommy when will I be
When will I be all grown up?
Under blankets, mindless shivers
Waiting for the storm to wane
Mommy, mommy when will I be
When will I be all grown up?
Long day over, still apartment
Living in adult mundane
Mommy, mommy when will I be
When will I be all grown up?
whisper to me of the things I knew
before i crossed the great wide blue
coo the sound of heaven’s gates
and the mystery of our fates
tell me of the wordless thing
why God cries and angels sing
If death is but the means
To a glorious end
Then is the scythe my foe
Or a dark cloaked friend?
This knife poised above
Seems ready to kill
Yet my heart is waiting
Despite the silent chill
And if the very night
Is hiding beauteous gain
Then is it really dreadful
Or something to obtain?
For exquisite things
Are born of deepest woe
And ultimate perfection
Might soon be set aglow
Priorities are fickle things
Decreed my internal general
The imperial code of common kings
Deceptively ephemeral
I say that they stand immovable
Sure with youthful confidence
So what if they’re unprovable?
Submit, choose acquiescence
Don’t think or debate, just believe
Follow this ignorant scheme
Bow to the all-knowing naïve
Fall at the feet of idealistic supreme
I know that I know what I know
Until my ignorance I outgrow
The Wisdom of Gavroche 