The toilet beckons
the shower screams
make me clean
make ME CLEAN!!!!
I lean
and quickly sprint
away from any hint
of understanding
or demanding
and rather say
um....
not
today.
or at least not now
rather write would I
till my sweet little guy cries
sharing his breath with the world
with birds
with the sky
with the grass
with the air
having him near
is being there
being in His sweet presence
My Maker and My Lord
knowing my sweet little one
was made with a Word
made with purpose
beauty
and a mind
to do things of a grand
and intentional kind
and so I sit and contemplate
this space
makes all other tasks late
but makes my heart so full
my school
Mary
and not Martha to be
and in it I am inextricably
for the moment
f r e e.............................
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