Thursday, September 2, 2010

fostering growth

high horizon dark before sunrise:
predators weighing the odds
black fur wet with dew
little life desperately calling
searching for familiar warmth,
thirsting for milk

so in need of help.

shapes taking form on the edge of earth:
ponytailed trucker bleary-eyed
steel-toed boots damp on grass
rough hands tenderly reaching
searching for the crying one,
thirsting for time

so wanting to help.

september sun climbing the sky:
daughter's mother-heart soft to the story
red van billowing dust
children hoping with abandon
searching for meaning to share,
thirsting to give drink

so humbled to help.

low horizon sinking into shade:
baby bottle making do
grandsons loving with eager hands
three weeks of life wrapped in a towel
finding warmth in human arms,
drinking to tomorrows shared

so helped, all of us.

and the ponytailed trucker smiles,
strokes his beard,
shares this meditation:

"Therefore, laying aside all malice, all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and all evil speaking,
as newborn babes, desire the pure milk of the word, that you may grow thereby,
if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is gracious."
- I Peter 2:1-3

(introducing Super-Winston Little-Einstein Snot-Muffin!
once we have nursed him to strength, we will return him
to my parents' farmhouse, where he will obtain many
cuddles and many mice, i'm sure!)

(oh, and my dad will call him "Boots".)


  1. i love that photo of you, but it's made me miss you all the more, you writer of the beautiful...

    i had no idea you could write until you started this blog, and each post seems to improve upon the other... you have such a gift, and your friendship is such a gift--to so many. i love you.

  2. This is stunning!

    Where a Cutie pie! Awe, I just love kittens. Can a cat ask for anything better than a farm, cuddles, mice and the name Boots? I think not.

    Thank you so much for the comment over at Emily's blog.