Lamb’s Ear
I think about what I would leave my children if I had any: lessons in self- comfort, habits to help them breathe, a prayer, a walk, picking up lamb’s ear by the side of the road. After a heavy rain the stalks bow down but when they dry they stand up again. I carry an ear in my fingers and stroke it as I walk. // Once as a child I heard the Lord say to me My frightened little lamb. Most of my beliefs have left me but I hold onto that. But how can you explain to a therapist who wants to know if you’ve ever heard the voice of someone who is not there that yes you have but this is different? When the therapist says, “So it was the result of sleep deprivation, desperation, sadness, loneliness,” I say, “I guess,” but what I’m really thinking is, How do you expect to help me if you don’t believe what I’m telling you? If we’re talking about life and death here, you should know that I don’t want to live in a world where I don’t now and then hear the voice of God.
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