Cold Feet

A fractal

A repeated pattern
Prayer
Nighttime waking by troubles
I come bleary-coffee-woken
Into His loving arms in my prayer chair
A fractal
A repeated pattern
Prayer
Nighttime waking by cold feet
My son comes
Into my loving arms in my prayer chair
A prayer of comfort
my Lord
These are my loving arms
Holding him
Yours are my loving arms
Holding me
God’s loving arms are mine
Holding me
My loving arms are God’s
Holding Him
Beginnings and ends are lost
Who comforted who?
Who taught who?
Parent, child, lost
Teacher, student, lost
In comfort
In love