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Put down your #2 pencil.
Better yet, break it to shards.
Tear into pieces the test
that always fails you.
Then find yourself a playground,
a sandbox, a pile of dirt.
Fill your hands like sacred shovels.
Make it rain with no regard.
Claim a slide and climb it,
the way they always told you not to.
Glide down head-first.
Scream.
Track an ant.
Swing a friend.
Follow a fly
until you find
the way
home.

What word, phrase, or image in today’s poem captures your attention, draws emotion, brings rise to a memory?
What comes to mind when you hear the phrase “the test that always fails you?” How would you define “the test” for yourself?
Consider reading the poem again slowly. Then spend some time in listening prayer. Is there an invitation you sense God extending to you in today’s poem? A kindness being offered? A reminder?

Consider sharing your thoughts, questions, promptings, etc., in the comments below. It’s always so encouraging to hear how a particular poem stirs you.

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