Our Drama and Charades

By Elliott Robertson

After we had all forgotten

Our drama and charades

(Much like a tide receding

Forgets the grains of sand it once doused),

We began to smile,

We stumbled into play,

We made friends with the wild,

The clouds under our skin broke open,

We put down the puzzles,

The chessboard and the books,

And we ran rejoicing

As God chased us through the fields,

Not knowing for certain

Whether God was under, over, or behind,

Just knowing He was calling out our name.

Elliott Robertson

Philadelphia

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