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

Answered kindly.

And I am no Job, asking why

You have forsaken me

When I was left broken and bloodied, my pleas

For mercy

Met with silence.

A girl can only take so much rejection, you know.

At least Santa usually brought me what I wanted