"The Lesson":<br/><br/> Yes, my fretting,<br/> Frowning child,<br/> I could cross<br/> The room to you<br/> More easily.<br/><br/> But I’ve already<br/> Learned to walk,<br/> So I make you<br/> Come to me.<br/><br/> Let go now—<br/> There!<br/> You see?<br/><br/> Oh, remember<br/> This simple lesson,<br/> Child,<br/> And when<br/> In later years<br/> You cry out<br/> With tight fists<br/> And tears—<br/> “Oh, help me,<br/> God—please.”—<br/> Just listen<br/> And you’ll hear<br/> A silent voice:<br/><br/> I would, child,<br/> I would.<br/> But it’s you,<br/> Not I,<br/> Who needs to try<br/> Godhood.