“God is always beyond God, the iconoclast par excellence,
who over and over breaks out of the forms and symbols of our making.”
~ Bernard J. Lee, SM
I stand at the sink
scrubbing the shiny steel pan
when my littlest one asks me to read.
I ask for his patience,
one, two, three times, and
so he reads to me,
“Mom is beautiful, her hair,
her face, she is beautiful.
Her heart is love.”
And then I know
the vast and mighty love
that pours itself from the smallest vessels.
Oh I love this poem!! Everything about it. The ending is so powerful and beautiful as is the description of you “Mom.” The little ones….God Bless them…. So glad to have read this…very inspiring!!! Keep writing!!!
I am blessed beyond measure by these little ones, my gurus. So thankful for their light. And thankful for your reading!
Amy, I loved this poem on so many levels.
Thanks, Mom. Me, too!