When I was a child

I always wanted More.

Naturally.

Give me a sweet, I asked for two.

Inevitably.

Always one more . . . or

As much as I could get.

Like politicians taking bribes,

Gamblers with a win,

A lover being kissed,

Sinners willing sin,

Like me still too many times

Just a stretched arm and a hand.

And then there are times like this,

When what keeps the sun lit,

Clouds rain-ready,

Each breath breathing,

Stops my reach and reaches me,

Teaches me

The More I so desperately want

Is the Love behind it all —

Can you believe it?