He walks in
My mama-heart pounding in anticipation
Surrounded by guards, metal tables and chairs
All I see is his face, his countenance
All at once, everything is okay
My son, my son, sacred words to my heart and mind
As he walks to me, the years whiz by
Scraped knees bandaged and kissed
Laughter at silliness and funny movies
Homework on the dining table
Little boy dreams and young man's disillusionment
And at his arrival, we hug, heartfelt and long
He's alright, he's alright, he's not hurt, he's in one piece
Release, relief and hope come to fullness in this room
And as we talk and laugh, it's in both our eyes
Anticipation and scary hope for better days ahead
And as I touch his arm, I know I am touching prayers answered
I know I am seeing Him in his eyes and my heart soars
Then we hug again, another goodbye, how I hate them
And I pray again, Lord protect him, keep him safe
And let him know how much I love him...
And that You love him more.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Where are the miracles these days?
Are my prayers shorter, do they lack passion?
I'm tired, is it sifting through to our exchanges?
Tired of goodbyes, grandchildren too far away
Robbed of their father at his own hands, and hers
Of prodigals and saints with grudges
Tired of an enemy who has been given an inch
And always takes a mile because he's allowed to.
Eyes that are older find it hard to see
Real life hitting head-on with what i'd hoped for
Sixty years gone and i'm still waitin'
Thinkin' maybe if I had another 60 years
And could do things different...
But I don't.
I have here and now, that is what You promised
And to be with me always.
You love me, You love them
That has to be more than enough.
And You have gifted me with the best hearts
To share the good, bad and ugly
For all the miracles of yesterday
I thank You sincerely and still look for Your fingerprints.