Not The Human Doings.

How could it not be

just so overwhelming,

that when in my English lesson this morning

—the pivotal one

on the conjugation of the verb ‘to be’—

with the international class at our school

—containing more languages than bodies in the room—

I offered language for the essence

of the perfect spiritual being

and the perfect physical being

created by the One

who calls himself the Great I Am

and that at the end of this lesson,

the newest member of our class

—still struggling with insecurity a bit—

comes up to me to hug me,

squeeze me so tightly

that only a child can do?