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November 20, 2013

I sat in the dark hours of morning… a coughing hungry baby in my lap.  I love this girl… all these many babies of mine, so much… yet

He goes past that?

 Bleary I ask You…

“How do You love us so much? How can You look down and see all of…. this and love it so much?  How do You love us like You do?”

and then….








I could feel the  perfectly delicious weight of her in my arms

I felt  tiny grateful lungs exchanging oxygen to carbon dioxide

I felt the pulse of blood and cells fighting off intruders

I heard brain synapses connecting.

I could feel the breeze of her inhaling and taking in memories and every part of her responding

I could feel the vibration of a warm belly embracing a three am feeding designed specifically just for her.

a system so perfect that smelling her changes my milk to fit her hour by hour needs…

bonds being built , not by words, but by smell, touch , glimpses and taste…and from that…

I could feel the rustle of nails growing… bones stretching.. blood building… organs being nourished

responses from responses..

a deep kettle drum keeping time since before there was time

all while her lashes lay intertwined on her cheeks… she was not making any of this happen

An internal orchestra of gratefulness was emanating from her and He could hear it… He let me hear it… He let me experience it.

Louder and more beautiful than anything I had ever heard.

He is hearing all of this, all the time…

Things going off at all the right times..

The intensity of sound and reverberation…

art created by sound… music? No, way past that.

We are the art of the Creator of the Universe and He loves us deeply

wonderfully made

deeper still

past what we know

He loves us past what we see

what we hear

He loves us past deep..


7 Comments leave one →
  1. November 20, 2013 10:05 am

    He loves us past deep…. sigh; you hit His love right on!

  2. Susan permalink
    November 20, 2013 11:32 am

    And he spoke through you to us. Funny how that works humm. A loving reminder. His ways are so subtle All it takes is a quiet moment to realize how He whispers all things into our hearts All we have to do is listen to understand how He loves us.

  3. Opa permalink
    November 20, 2013 4:52 pm

    Awesome as usual. Waiting with God for your book of stories. Miss you at Caring. Love, Opa

  4. November 25, 2013 3:20 pm

    I have a 12-day-old grandson, the first grandchild in the family. Thanks for your beautiful poem! I’ve sent the link to my precious daughter-in-law.

    • November 25, 2013 3:42 pm

      Oh congratulations Janice!!! That is beautiful…what a wonderful way to go into this holiday season!

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