Playing….

Playing in my grandmother’s garden, time disappears,

I’m making countless mud cakes, and I’m plucking flowers’ pedals

 while wondering if I’m worth it and lovable.  

The evening follows with a walk to our local church.

The Apocalypse is the last chapter in the Bible and it

scares the shit out of me. 

Why are we all burning and dying?

Why do I have to be so good and perfect to be saved 

And go to Heaven?