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The Purity that Believes

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Martie
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  The Purity that Believes

My son thought a bandage stopped pain
when he was three of faith,
that blood was cause for screaming,
fear, the mystery of dark nights
when the shape of things shifted.

At five, off to school,
he of new found sociability
was beleaguered by
a case of warts so tempestuous
that his face ached with remorse
and he learned embarrassment.

He submitted to the power
of the white room
where he knew, though covered
in childhood blues and yellows,
pain lurked from clean hands
and the smell of rubbing alcohol
was a needle for sure.

There in the white room
his patience was dazzling,
for such was the determination
in his submission
to burn, freeze
and scrape those warts
from off that tender skin
and still
return they did
a plague upon his childhood
a nightmare of skin eruptions.

To admit defeat
is not a normal thing,
the white coat shrugged,
then whispered what to do,
quiet least the warts had ears.

Each night this child,
this blond youth of my love,
this sweet natured sunny child
made a ritual
of faith so big and true
that doubting had no place
inside the room
where dreams are made come true.

One week of this nocturnal ceremony,
one week was all it took of squinting eyes
shut tight in focused thought,
fists clenched in purpose true,
I wish the warts away
he said five times and the trick
not in the words you see
but in the purity of youth,
he believed.

Now if you doubt that this is true
I saw it for myself,
from older eyes that had no faith
in such ridiculous schemes.
It changed the way I look at things,
from this child I learned a lesson,
that if you believe strong enough
then what you believe is.



 In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
(ee cummings)
© Copyright 2000 Martie Odell-Ingebretsen - All Rights Reserved
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Amazing the important lessons we learn from children  
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So true! I've seen this in action too...
Great poem, Martie!

 Denise

And slight is the sting of his trouble
Whose winnings are less than his worth;
For he who is honest is noble,
Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~

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Ruth and Denise, thanks for your faithful comments to my poetry and others.
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They say that a child views our world with different eyes. I guess it true, for my point of view has changed as well.
A nice piece you did there and so true.

 The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools.

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very delightful, Martie. Did he go around humming "Warts new, pussycat?"  
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Children can teach us faith! Even if it is in the form of a wart or two!  

 JOY

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Ahhh the things we could see through the eyes of a child. Great work Martie.
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Martie-

I learned this ~chant~ from the
footstool in front of Grandma's
favorite chair.
I've also seen it work many times
through the years.

'If wishing could make it so ..
and it did.'

Thank you for this delightful
look at faith through the eyes
of a child.
~*Marge*~

 ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
noles1@totcon.com

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Helmut--thankyou for seeing through this child's eyes.

Balladeer--LOL and thanks for the read.  Your comments are priceless!

Joy--thank you for reading this and your comments.

Marilyn--a child sees miracles every day.

Marge--Your grandmother was a wise woman and so are you.



 In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
(ee cummings)
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