A poem my sister wrote in undergrad

She ran to Him

She ran to him, knowing, what no one else knew
(Knowing he would carry her)
She ran to him, knowing, what she was too young to know
(too small to see, too new to know)
That he would hold her thumb, kiss it

She ran to him, with overweening arrogance, unconceivable presumptiousness
un-justified pride
Knowing he would comfort her
She ran to him, with wisdom beyond the hokhmim
Knowing he would cuddle her

And so the child came crying
Demanding the kiss of God
And so the toddler came indignant
Ordering the arms of God

And so the kingdom cometh
For so does it come
And so the child enters
For she is too young, she knows

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