What a friend we have in Jesus

Heather was my best person friend 

for the time I was with her growing up

God should have been so the songs told me

but He was too confusing

too fair weather

Daddy and Mommy said they were God's voice

preaching the "good news" 

of what I was never sure

the god Mommy and Daddy were always gone 

And what's good about that? 

they said we were we

but we weren't they were they

and i was me, just me

and then they weren't they

they were he and she with new they

they said their new People were gods too

they had to be obeyed too

i thought there were only 3 gods in one person

and that we have a friend in Jesus

but they didn't want to be my friend

i tried, so hard it hurt

to do, to fix, to help, to be for them

but not hard enough for the new god People 

who didn't like me or want to be my friend

any more than the first god People. 

and i guess i got the love part wrong too

My bible said God is love

and He cares like a shepherd for sheep

But the for god People didn't care, weren't there

for me, just their new they

i saw other daddies and mommies who weren't god

who took care of their kids, kept them safe

loved them and liked them mostly

some even liked me

and wanted to be my friend

maybe the god People were love for other sheep

and their good news was only for them?

kids who weren't bad little lambs like me

sheep who were prettier, not fat, ugly 

who didn't get in their way or need things

i don't know how i made the god People mad

i never cried when god Dad left 

or god Mom didn't want to be with me

i tried to smile when god Mom's god Husband laughed at me

i tried to serve god Dad's god Wife as She said

But Gods knows everything and hates sin

maybe the god People saw sin i didn't  

i must not be good in my heart

that's why the god People don't like me

and why they don't want to be my friend

i am glad for Heather friend

A tale of a little vagrant

Life did not give me

what other kids took for granted.

bed, home, care, love 

those they said were for others

not for me

i spent most of my time

alone and lonely, wandering

no mom or dad care

in the street, at age four

anthrax notwithstanding

I pet a bunny with bloody nose

Mom said he was dead and I shouldn't have 

then at 5 in the park with the pedo

sounds like a Clue game

just don't use the bathroom, she said

but i did then lied and felt bad

6 was at the docks playing fisherman

jeered by other fishermen

for my twig pole and string

with barnacle bait

All these were strange cities

lived in but a short time

they moved more than most people 

went in their attics

Always different places

with strange faces and new names

but the aloneness for the child

remained the same

and the dangers and risk

with no parent to watch

and confusion

at seeing other kids with theirs

But who cares? She's fine

We have more important things to do

She'll be okay and if she isn't

Oh well, one less mouth to feed