Saturday, June 7, 2014

my favourite things/ our littlest man

you were loved long before

you were yearned for long before

you were imagined
years ago
decades ago
a half a century and maybe more before

I remember playing barbies
at six
with Carolee
on her stairs
in her room

always it was real
and we had children
and grandkids
and it was all about what we would name them
and how we would live

and now
here you are

precious one

loved upon long before
you came to us

Each time
my photo of the day arrives
my heart does this little leap

you see
precious one
I saw you in my heart of hearts
long ago
and your mom
and your dad
and brothers and sisters
and me

loving you
as always I have
and always I will

It has nothing to do
with what you do
It has everything to do
with just you

our littlest man

my favourite things

Psalm 139

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

my favourite things/ they still live beneath the step

they still live
beneath the step
and as I venture out
for my midnight watch
they remember me
and come out of hiding
old mamas

tonight one so little it could have hidden
away with ten others
on my smallest nail
the rain so fresh and light
it tagged along
to hear the retelling
of tales of old

of little girls and boys
and wagon rides
and always the tucking away after
where they all belonged
beneath the step

Sam and Blue
joined the parade
the two deer stay hidden beneath the poplars
knowing I saw them too
their hearts were in
they had already paraded by us for a week now
satisfied with the peace
and rest this land
affords to
all who come
to play
in the
midnight hour

rain drizzling fresh
on the planted garden
new life breaking forth from little dead seeds
a mystery unveiled
with patient waiting

thoughts of African loves
building all the memories they can
while dreaming and hoping
with the coming future

a little family over the mountains
discovering puddles
and spring blossoms
a little black and white cat
and Spring birds
a dog's friendship
and new birthings of beauty
of life all around
gardens planted with good seed
a happy waiting
for the harvest

a son building
like a carpenter's Son
from many years ago

hearts all content
learning of a certain goodness
that always floods the earth
no matter what sits before
the goodness
covers still

the midnight hour
is the game we play
of remembering
and thanking
a little dance with the frogs
a few dog hugs and scratches
a few who who's
with the night birds
a smile lifted
to my God
a deep breath
one with His
a sigh
so free
to be

they come from beneath the step
for this game we play

my favourite things