Hidden in the Grass

Once upon a time

I ran through grass as tall as me,

hiding there,

hoping nobody would find me.

The breeze would blow the grass,

and it would tickle me

as I crouched low,

hidden from the world.

I used to wonder if God

could still see me,

or was I hidden from His eyes too.

Sometimes the day was hot,

and I stayed there, burning in the sun...

praying for it to rain just a bit

so I could stick out my tongue

and get a taste of water.

I could hear him calling me,

and I trembled,

wishing mama would hurry home.

I didn't move a muscle

as I crouched there.

The mosquitos were fierce.

The more I slapped them,

the more they bit me.

Still, the bites were welcome

compared to what lay inside

waiting for me.

I used to dream I could disappear

or sprout wings and fly away,

bit I knew that would never happen.

For some reason,

I was where I was meant to be

for just a season...

and seasons always change.