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I’d like to believe we die and are reborn in heaven as infants who will learn everything once again. God will be the father and mother we always wished for, the parent who will hold our hand and walk slow with us in the evening and say listen, do you hear that? that is the whippoorwill and look, look up there, that is the moon. The first time we reach for the rose’s stem we’ll find the thorn and draw back in pain. God will take our palm and say now that is a thorn, and this is your blood. God will smile and smear the crimson tear away with spit and say let’s walk a little farther. And then we will continue on.