There is a Child Alive in Me

There is in me alive a child who tugs

and sets my face toward the rising sun

on days when clouds obscure the sky,

who shows me how to be what I must be.

He is that part of me that I can always trust,

that asks questions

instead of bluffing with an answer

when it’s clear I haven’t got a clue.

And when I die it will be he who leads me

into darkness wondering but unafraid.