Peekaboo Theology

The way that childhood views the world is odd.

A boy takes in the cosmos bit by bit

Unfiltered by experience to prod

To understanding.  Childhood’s little slit

Affords a tiny view, a small peek through

One moment in a playground or a meal

That Mama made that may speak tiny, true,

But also might mislead because the feel

Of it as warmth like oatmeal sweetened by

His father’s honey.  Boyhood walks right past

The rattlesnake or man with candy sly

In offering and Jews in Auschwitz gassed.

  He’s taught to practice prayer about his soul

    As if the Lord will practice love’s control.