I envy those who still can believe, sometimes
Like I did so long ago,
When the world was vast and its mysteries wondrous
Jesus loved me, this I knew, and Santa
Left gifts under the tree every year.
Decades later the world is smaller with
Fewer mysteries unexplained – few of them
And I am no Job, asking why
You have forsaken me
When I was left broken and bloodied, my pleas
Met with silence.
A girl can only take so much rejection, you know.
At least Santa usually brought me what I wanted