Poetic Responses to Psalms and Scripture
My seven-year old son climbs the roof, a short step out his window and thirty feet down, to claim what birds reside in.
He certainly knows when I discover him, fear will reign, a thunderstorm.
But for him sky opens like the door to a room of dragons light on the wing,
not his own small room, walls cluttered with stickers, milk stains on the floor.
Once, his thrill was the kitchen sink, to climb the step-stool on his own, reach the soap, stroke his small silken hands.
Now he braces the walls of the house.
No matter how I plead, his face beams, faithful to joy.
No matter
how willful I am, he won’t come down.
-- By: Ms. Karen Jessee, OP - - a member of the Dominican Laity, St. Mary Magdelene Group in Raleigh, NC. She writes and teaches, living with her husband and children near Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
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