October 4, 2012

And He Took Them Up in His Arms



People were bringing little children to him in order that he might touch them; and the disciples spoke sternly to them. But when Jesus saw this, he was indignant and said to them, "Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs. Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will never enter it." And he took them up in his arms, laid his hands on them, and blessed them.  – Mark 10:13-16


Make us enjoy bubbles blown in the wind
and chased after in giggling glee
before they pop and splatter on our faces

Move us to climb the summer night to the rooftop
watching the Perseid meteor shower till dawn’s twilight
with guttural wows and oohs at the sparkling sky streaks

Give us energy for playing in the debris of the world
turning mud into castles and sticks into houses
and we imagine we are kings and queens again

Give us eyes to see an enchanted universe
where every magical dream and foolish hope
are possible and expected and make us giddy with anticipation

Take our sticky adult minds and thin our thick thoughts
until our flowing childhood wonder returns at every cricket
and we are moved by every chocolate kiss and lip kisses, too

until finally you elicit our antediluvian praise
and we sit back in your loving arms and your welcoming chest
and we know very little except that we are and we are in you

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