May 16, 2010


“The mountains melt like wax before the LORD, before the Lord of all the earth.”
Psalm 97:5 (NRSV)

In my house,
I am Father.

We have had our days of drama.  Some real, some phony.
Often playful.
Once or twice near-death.

The real or the near-death
we endure.
The playful
I love.

Commotion I don’t.

You, my child, I send away. Time-out.
Think on what I said.
Mend your ways.

You leave, unhappy.
I hide my patience.

Then you are back,
too soon.
But how can I be angry?
I love your eager eyes, downcast from understanding,
uplifted with insight.

Coming to me was your idea.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you say.

Little moments.
More intimate
than children suppose.

I can’t reach to hug you,
just yet.

In silence, then,
with two or three breaths,
we pass our peace:

The high hilltops
where you played,
they spellbind you.

But now you smile
at broken spells
and I smile
at your belief
I melt mountains.

Lord, thank you for love, built from odd bits of faith and honest scraps of trust. Amen

What noisy drama in my life needs melting?

Written by Bob Krause


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