I See Her Running into Happiness

I see her running into happiness.
Let, if it is not too much to ask, her golden hair entrain
each of these my doubts and misperceptions and,
drawing their dark threads from where I stand
here on the beach, pull them into nothingness
without her even knowing as she goes.

Certainly this is more
than one should ask a child,
but you know it is also right to look
for aid and to admit
the limits of our powers. Here,
on sand that sinks beneath her toes,
I see a saving force whose grace
is surely, if there's any in this world,
from God, whose strength is limitless
and lends itself with no restraint
so she may run,
and take me with her.

March 4 2010