Snow

glancing out the window, i am dismayed to notice three barefoot children dashing through the snow, in whose wake thrashed a large English Mastiff. they continue around the house and enter in at the rear, with loud chattering and laughter. this daily occurrence is the result of the oldest child being chased by the younger, who desire one more chapter of The Magician's Nephew.

Callused

Hard, stubborn callous;
How you cover the tender spots.
With your condemned skin.

How you need to be soaked;
How you need to be scraped away,
Diligently,
.............every day.

Or you become like snow the day after -
Hard packed and unbudgeable,
To all but the sharpest blade.

Yet the stubborn snow disappears,
With a soft stroke of encouragement,
When attended to swiftly.

Look at Me and Love Me

Jonathan docked his little body at the island, his wiggles briefly anchored.

And as he munched on apple snack he briefly realized,

that body being satisfied was not enough.

And this thoughtful young man, looked up at busy mother, and

Thinking this to be his need, he commanded clearly and astutely:

"Mom, look at me and love me!"

And how this mother's heart was arrested! So like a knife, cutting through the fog. And He was there too, burning a message into my heart.


He said "look at me and love me"
Dimple flashing out in need.
His bottom docked at island and
Wiggles briefly anchored.

And apple ceased to crunch,
Small head cocked to the side.
Silence, then commanding words:
"Mom, look at me and love me!"

Arrested was I,
With such desire,
Openly displayed
...And my busy hands were stayed.

To administer love.

And two twinkling crow's feet were
Thrown back to gaze at delighted 4-year-old countenance,
So like a flower turning to face the sun.

And to think. His marvelous attention is arrested in like manner.

The Puzzle

Dropping off the edge of the world
It all came into focus.
Like a smooth talker
Convincing me that the pieces would fall into place.

And they did, for awhile.

Then the hunt began,
And stamped colors jumped out at me
Like so many presents.

I brought them home.
And they made beautiful pictures for me.

The Ghost of Christmas Present

I met you that Christmas when he and I were new
And heart hungered only for you.
When sun slipped under, eye would not go too
And heart watched restlessly for you.

And when you tapped him on the shoulder
He lost all sense of breath;
The rhythm of it lost, in wonder.

Then the rain began to fall.

And you saved it in a bottle,
And there was no time...
As heart gazed,
And imprinted

Your. exquisite. presence.

The Invisible Rock

The substance of it remarked to my heart,
There's another rock, over yonder.
It's shape eluded and all precluded,
As heart dropped into the dark.

And stumbled through a craven view,
Until a pebble did find.

And heart rolled
This perfectly round circle of true,
In the dark...

And knew
That yonder lay

An invisible rock.

Undone by Trees

I think this fool will always view
A tree with eyes anew.

...thanks to this poem. And this is one reason I love poetry! The right poem paints a vivid picture of His "invisible things", and I gasp!

Trees
by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
against the Earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.