Reading the Word
Can a woman forget her nursing child,
And have no compassion on the son of her womb?
Even these may forget, but I will not forget you.
Reflecting on the Word
Asleep, until your delicate cry cracks open an eyelid of the night. It’s feeding time, for both of us. I stroke your warm head, nurse your drowsy body. And you, tiny hand on my breast, you nourish my soul. Although day is dawning somewhere across the globe, to me the whole world is you and me, the dim lamp in the corner, and the moon.
A Time to Be Borm
Responding to the Word
Lord, as I hold her in my arms and kiss her tiny fingers
I wonder if anyone in all the world
Has ever been as happy as I am now!
She’s like a tiny poem
Short but beautiful—
And several years from now she’ll be a story.
Lord, I’m trusting you to write the plot.
Then at last she’ll be a book-lengh novel
Translated into many languages
I am confident of this, Lord
For you are both Author and Publisher.
Ruth Harms Calkin
Life’s Little Prayer Book
compiled by Gary Lahoda