Trust (V)

“Tremble, Earth, at the presence of the Lord,
the presence of the Lord of Jacob,
who has turned the rock into a pool of water
and made a fountain out of the flint.” (Psalm 114)

 

 

My Lord calls me to love
and to be loved,

and not all of this is easy
and falls not effortlessly

into being, but my God
does not rest on my understanding

nor does he move at my whim,
but the mystery and the mercy

are there out of time
and space has no bearing,

for the power of love and of loving
has created them,

and the power of love and of loving
grants me mercy in the mystery.

Amen.

Alleluia.

whispers and rain

“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.