Poetry for a Sunday

A Child's Vision

by Sherwin Kaufmann

My child took a crayon

In her little hand

And started to draw

As if by command.

I looked on with pleasure

But couldn't foresee

What the few simple lines

Were going to be.

What are you drawing?

I asked, by and by.

I'm making a picture

Of God in the sky.

But nobody knows

What God looks like, I sighed.

They will when I'm finished

She calmly replied.