He hurls himself
onto my leg, my chest,
from everywhere in the house
he comes flying across the floors,
bare feet smacking the wood and padding the carpet;
he is laughing, or crying, or thinking as he runs,
but always he is shouting
“I Love You, Too, So Much!”
then whispering
“i love you too so much”
and he squeezes me
and then he is gone
and I will soak it in while I have him,
while he fits in my arms.
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The sight of him
The sight of him, looking out of the window, is like the presence of God.
His cheeks sit warm and plump on his little face: plums curving perfectly in the sun;
his lips, puffy and glistening, sit above his small chin: dew-covered honeysuckle in the morning.
The chair cradles his little-boy body, strapped in and buckled up, a toy truck clenched in his hand, one resting in his lap, and he watches the tree tops and the clouds;
he is lulled into sleepiness by the van’s vibrating lullaby.
When he blinks, I watch the lashes – they are soft as down and slow-moving,
dandelion seeds falling to the ground
where everything begins.
A Song for Christ-Everywhere
He is not separate from the baby
nor far from the man,
not separate from the child
nor far from the woman,
not separate from the giver
nor far from the thief,
not separate from the faithful
nor far from the doubting,
not separate from the penitent,
nor far from the prideful.
He is all in all. Emmanuel.
He never retreats,
but always chases.
I catch him looking at me through my little ones’ eyes,
the browns, blues, greens.
He lives in each of us, in all of our humanity.
The birth of God on earth –
the sanctification of our humanity, our daily life –
makes us capable of holiness,
for God is all in all.
“I made known to them your name and I will make it known, that the love with which you loved me may be in them and I in them.” (John 17:26)
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