A Child's Prayer 6-21-09

I saw a little girl reaching up for her mothers hand today.

Her mom didn't take it. How cruel!

All the little girl wanted was a little love and comfort.

This circumstance is true.   I began to ponder the little girls thoughts....

I woke right up this morning but
my mommy wasn't there.
The sun was shining brightly so
I knew my mommy cared.
I pulled off my pajamas,
put on my favorite dress,
went down to find my mommy and,
with many hopes, impress.

Though she was drinking coffee,
with phone up to her ear -
I said, "Good morning mommy!
I'm very glad you're here."
I must have interrupted her.
I guess she didn't hear,
so I mouthed the words, "I love You"
- tried hard to whisper clear.

I made myself some cereal
as I, each morning, do.
Some say she doesn't love me but,
I know it isn't true.
When finished with my breakfast,
I thought I heard her scoff -
but put the dishes in the sink
and cleared the table off.

Then later on that morning
while going into town -
the radio had blared as if,
I was not around.
While in the mall together,
I reached up for her hand.
I guess she didn't see it or
she didn't understand.

Later, in my room alone -
(just my doll and me)
I heard her call for dinner with
a book and her TV.
The microwave had sounded,
while she sat on the couch.
She didn't ever smile much,
but she was not a grouch.

Tonight, here on my bed I am,
and laying on my back,
some tears are rolling down my cheeks -
my mom's a bit off-track.
So a little prayer I whispered,
(eyes covered with each palm).
I say a prayer to Jesus then -
I thank Him for my mom.

"Jesus, mommy loves me -
no matter what You see.
  She gives me everything I need.
 Please Jesus, just agree ."

 "Mommy is so short of time -
 in circles, she gets dizzy -

so if you get a chance, dear Lord -
please help her.  She's so busy.

"She's working very hard, you know -
such little time, has she.
I know, if she was here right now -
she'd dry these tears for me.

"So Jesus, don't be angry.
I love her quite a lot.
 Please help her with her troubles 'cuz,
 my mom is all I've got."

©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Tears (of living water) 4-26-09

I pray across this blessed land -
and sit here now, with pen in hand.
Truth is not just for the birds,
so seek ye truth among these words...

There was a tree along my drive
appearing very much alive.
Others lived there all around -
but this one grew on shallow ground.

That tree had basked out in the sun,
and from the birds it didn't run.
Yet its roots did not reach down
and soon its leaves were turning brown.

Receiving moisture, as the rest,
but didn't drink despite its quest.
It didn't draw from nature's love -
was lacking nurture from above.

Though it rained all summer long
and though I nursed it all along -
truth revealed no life ahead,
so that tree stood completely dead.

I gave it time - another year,
but it was dead and that was clear.
Though it stood there so straight and tall -
I pulled it out. Yes, roots and all.

Holding fast to 'here and now',
do I drink milk, forget the cow?
Thinking of each choice I make,
can I still pray, "my soul to take"?

Do we so love our good Creator -
or do we, His creation more?
Many still, reject His grace
as tears of sadness, soak His face.

Now this, for me, is ample proof -
His teardrops pour upon my roof.
Through the window - what a scene!
My grassy yard is turning green.

With her doll, she always cuddles,
jumping in abundant puddles.
Playing, I can see my daughter -
we're so blessed with living water.

Now here I pause, with pen and ink,
I ponder this. It makes me think,
if I reject the truth I see -
then I, just like that tree will be.

©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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