The Crawl Into My Lap Club

You Know
That Gramma
You Had
as a Wee One,

Who Swept You Up,
The Better To
Fill Your Eyes
With Honeybuckets of
Grinning Adoration?

You Know
That Uncle
You Had

Who Emptied His Pockets
of Small Change
So You Could
Buy a Scoop of
Orange Chocolate Bliss
In a Waffle Cone?

Let Me Ask You:

When You Wanted
To Be With
One of Them,

Did You Feel
The Need
To Clasp Your Hands and
Kneel Before Them,

Or Summon
A Priest With
a Collar and
a Handful of Candles?

Or Did You
Crawl Into their Lap
And Lay Your
Sleepy Head

Where You Could
Feel Their Heart
Beating Out the
Music of Their
Delight In You?

Why Did We Ever
Imagine Our Maker
To Be

Anything Other Than
The Creator of

The Love
and Light
and Laughter
Crawl Into My Lap
Club?

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