This is my last year as a child
Some things are hard to accept
Like rivers don’t flow forever
And God is something you can hold
In the palm of your hand.

I thought I knew how to pray
But I am none the wiser
Because every time I fold my hands
It is like holding sand.

I don’t mean anything to anyone
But I am everyone’s everything
A bird in the hand
Of a God
I can’t understand.

So this is my last year as a child.
I am none the wiser.
But I can still pray. Hold sand
Pretend to know
There is reality
In both.