How Shall I Teach Thee Poem by Syl Espina

I wandered into a sacred realm one day;
Never thought that I would stay
Instead of running far, far away.

I wondered about the words I need to say;
Afraid that I might sound disarray
Or too eager to play.

You wandered into my room one day,
Too eager to start right away;
Too eager to learn my way.

You wondered about anything but hay;
Asked questions from blue jay to x-ray
And why people need to pray.

How shall I teach thee?
I asked God with a thousand plea;
Thinking whether to stay or flee.

How shall I teach thee?
I kept asking the tree and a bee;
Even the man with a goatee and the banshee.

How shall I teach thee?
Oh that is so easy to see!
Was the reply of the devotee.

Teach with glee even under a tree;
Teach with a heart that's free-
A heart full of glee.