I clasp the hands of God,
Then break away to run shrieking
Across the fields of Rusk County.
He catches me easily,
And we laugh.
He holds me tight
As I struggle against his arms.
Tossing me across his shoulders,
We watch the setting sun.
“Please, God, could we,
If it works with your schedule,
Hang out again tomorrow?”
“Child, I thought you knew,
I set aside the future
Just for you and me.”
Hand and hand we walk home,
Me running to keep up.
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Chadwick Miller is a poet and photographer from Rusk County, Wisconsin. He intended the poem above to be written from a child’s perspective. The photo was taken just across the road from our house. To see more of Chadwick’s work, visit Nervous Light Poetry and Nervous Light Photography on Instagram.
Where is the photo..I so appreciate your writing…it touches the heart ..n the poetry speaks tremendously…hope I can follow the sight..you both are a blessed with a special gift from our Lord…I pray HE will wrap HIS arms you both n hold each if you tight, as you give of your encouragement to the souls you reach. Cheryl
Thank you, Cheryl. I so appreciate all the people who offer prayer. That is valuable. The photo was taken in the field just across the road from our house.
Love it! Chad
I love this Lucinda. I can see this as a picture book for children. Think about it Chad.