The Lord’s joy
beats like hearts,
opens like clouds,
rises like suns,
waits to be found.
Apr25
The Lord’s joy
beats like hearts,
opens like clouds,
rises like suns,
waits to be found.
He says,
“Mom, come here, Mom,
come here a second, Mom.
Look out the window. D’you hear that?
Bird? D’you hear that bird, owl? Shhh, listen.”
Then he tells me,
“Your lap, Mom. I want to sit on your lap, Mom.
Fall asleep on you. Ok?”
I say,
“Yes, coming. Just a moment.
I see, yes, I hear it. Mourning dove, I think.”
Then I tell him,
“Ok, sure, yes, come on.
Ok. I love you, too.”
And I listen to every word he ever tells me,
over and over and
again. And I think about being held,
and always being held, about
tenderness and constancy,
and fear, and having someone to run to.
And I think about blessings, and being blessed.