Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Second Tuesday of Advent

Please read Isaiah 46:3-4; Hosea 11:1-4, 8

voiceless from constant screaming
for our own way,
bloated after feasting on
our toxic desires,
irritable because of
sleep-disturbed dreams
of more and more:

you would gather us up
like a colicky baby,
gently rocking back and
forth on your feet,
patting us tenderly on the back,
softly rubbing us with grace,
whispering the lullabies
you taught to the angels
so long ago;
so come,
Mother of our hearts,

insistent that you take off
the training wheels (even though
we are scared inside),
knowing more as adolescents
than you could ever hope to learn,
determined to find our own way
even if it takes us from
your side:

you watch from the sidelines,
holding your tongue because
you know we need to learn
how to play life on our own,
you sit in the darkened living room;
staring into the far country
with hopeful eyes, until you
see the headlights turn into the driveway,
and silently tiptoe up to bed;
you answer the phone in the dead of night,
gathering up your keys, your wallet,
your love,
to go down and pay our bail.
so come,
Father of our hopes,

Parent we are convinced we don't need,
with the grace, the peace, the wonder
we cannot live without.


(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman

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