TEETER TOTTER BALLAD
It's Mother's Day today!
At
at our St. Basil's Gathering earlier this morning, the mother and woman preaching spoke about her
3-year-old daughter having discovered some salty language carved into the wood
of a playground teeter totter. She explained (to us) how her daughter much to her joy and chagrin started to sound out the two swear words she had found (FU). Joy and shadow--
two sides of the same coin. Fits with the gospel reading for this Sunday and Mothers' Day, "I have said these things to you so that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete" (John 15:11).
This little Gathering story made me think of part of a poem I wrote in the 1990's:
End of season blooms,
Strained against their rusty chains,
They dipped and danced,
In hanging baskets--
Cranking out a haunting tune.
A teeter Totter Ballad
From a summer park in June.
Georgetown 1994
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I want to end this post with a quote from St. Therese of Lisieux, "He created the child who knows only how to make his/her feeble cries heard... It is to their hearts that God deigns to lower Himself." (33 Days to Merciful Love, by Michael E. Gaitley, MIC).
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How amazing is it that God raises me to His heart?
For Elizabeth Dawn
