My world is so close.
So tiny. So right before my eyes.
It is all little grabbing hands
and chubby feet and
eyes, noses, mouths,
bellies, arms, and legs
that all need loving, and I forget
to see God in it. I am forever looking down and in.
In the vast expanse
of the horizon line,
in a surround of grass and forest,
in fields, on mountains, and shores,
I look up and out always
and am freed into a new perspective
and a new love of the old old God.
I want to look up
when I look down.
I will see trees and sky
and vast expanse when I am nose to nose,
when I am lathering, rinsing, drying,
diapering, dressing, zipping.
When I am adjusting socks and fastening shoes,
I will look up.
When they come to me crying,
wailing, screaming, yelling,
I will be in awe of God’s power
to create such multi-faceted, complex beings,
and I will see their eternal souls
and I will see the God that they are a part of
when I look down, look over, look into
their sweet sweet eyes.