Toast, oh, toast –
you are so warm, and, so buttery.
Everywhere are your crumbs,
on our faces, our fingers,
the bottoms of our feet,
yet we love you anyway
for you are like a light,
we enjoy you morning,
noon, and night –
Toast, oh, toast,
you are so buttery, and, so warm.
“The Lord is kindness and strength” (Psalm 144:2)
The littlest one is big now,
catching up to his older sister.
His thick feet smack the floor
as his sickle-shaped legs send him
sailing after his siblings
and they yelp under the whack
of his little paws – he whispers,
“so sorry…gen-tle,” right away
and rubs their sore spots.
They laugh and tackle him.
He is everywhere round –
round arms, round legs,
round cheeks, round belly.
He throws his arms up and shouts
for me to lift him; he is heavy like stone,
yet with ease I set him on my hip
for he hurls hugs and kisses my way,
(I am a tree in the rain)
making loving kindness
my strength and his.
“the light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness has not overcome it.”
The light sat atop the trees
and fields and all about the clouds
waiting for me to look up and out
and I did.