Away

I had posted this poem sometime ago, under the old feetclean format. The boy is doing better, but I thought I'd bring it back out as I'm still praying this in many ways.

I lie here; you lie there,
Standing? Talking? Having fun?
I cannot say exactly where
You are beloved son.

Memories both rich and clear
Mind projected movies play
Twisted plot brings forth a tear
Happy ending, this I pray

My arms, my legs, hearing, sight,
I offer these and even more
If at the end of this dark night
My son walked through the door.

How can you be within my heart
yet far beyond my arms' embrace
Oh God be there while we're apart
and guide him to his rightful place.

Parent Trap

I sometimes will joke with others and say, "We never knew what we were getting into when we became parents." The roller coaster ride is sometimes exhilerating and sometimes nauseating.

I was reading the first chapters of Matthew this morning and thinking that Mary and Joseph would say the same thing. Fleeing to Egypt, moving back to Israel, but not really home due to continued threat. Starting over again in a strange town all because of this little child. I wonder if Mary allowed herself to look ahead and contemplate what was said, "your own heart will be pierced."