Poems – Page 72 – Generous Wisdom

My cell phone signals a reminder:

My cell phone signals a reminder:
“June 7 ovulation (maybe)”
Translation:
“Be mindful of your reaction and response”

Lord, keep my head above the flux,
the rush, the flood of chemicals
whose bed is winding and crooked,
jagged and full of falls –
the neural pathways seem shallow
and the downpour spills over the banks –
deep within the earth, in hidden caves,
the springs let go their invisible substances
and the bloodstream fills with mystery,
but you are never far from me.

My cell phone sends the same
alert to my husband –
we will love and be loved.

My little one asks me,

My little one asks me,
“Mom, will you hold me?”
while she sits on my lap,
my arms around her.
I say, “I am holding you,”
and smile; so she smiles, too,
and asks, “Forever?”

All My Little Ones (Psalm 139: 2)

Lord God, you formed their inmost beings;
you knit them in my womb.

I praise you, Lord
because they are wonderfully made;
wonderful are your works!
Their very selves you know.

Their bones were not hidden from you,
when they were being made in secret,
fashioned in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw them unformed;
in your book all are written down;
their days were shaped, before one came to be.