I asked for a tissue
He gave me a handkerchief
I asked for a crumb
He invited me to a feast
I hid my face in shame
Not daring to look at His
Fearing anger
When all the while
His eyes danced
With delight
His arms outstretched
Waiting for me
To come home
© 2013 Julie Clark
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