Poems – Page 60 – Generous Wisdom

God has blessed me in Christ (Ephisians 3)

For the morning,
for the night,
for the souls entrusted to my care;

for noontime,
for evening,
for every hidden snare,

for the winter,
for the spring,
for every time fulfilled;

for love,
for loving,
forgiveness sweetly shared.

A warm mug rests
in my hands while fairies,
gossamer skirts and wings floating,
chase their little monster through the house.

I watch them run
past empty and full
laundry baskets, over the
clean, unfolded towels and sheets.

The breakfast dishes wait
on the table while I stare
at holiness in bare feet,
Christ in comforting disguise.

“Each one of us is merely a small instrument; all of us, after accomplishing our mission, will disappear.” ~Blessed Teresa of Calcutta

God’s Music

I pour milk
into cereal bowls,
wipe tears,
play cards

I pour water
into small glasses,
wipe the table,
play games

I wrap blankets
around little ones
shivering cold
from the bath

I wrap prayers
around hearts
shivering cold
at day’s end.

It’s time
to know our own needs
and know the needs
of each other.

It’s time
to pour, wipe, play,
and wrap,
to make music, to give back.