The Friar

The friar Revered innocence You’ve got to try it put it on your lap a smiling little thing still sheer and brittle if possible blind or deaf, almost genderless. It just sits there an unweaned lamb. Take the little head gentle it downwards to the issue of our charity Lead it, shovel if necessary. Don’t be scared! Today it’s allowed your parents too far: the force of every belief too big to grasp. Sooner or later it pushes to where we assumed our hands were in power.