Sunday, July 22, 2007

In The Mourning Time
for Dawn V. Hanna

could we have been broken to behold,
to be held, to be whole,
for him to have to hold us
to fix us

when a baby cries and is picked up
or to be picked up

when something drops, breaks and we pick it up,
collect it piece by piece,
would we ever have caressed it so, loved it more

does the father love us best, love us more
love us most, when we are broken
when he is mending us


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
3:43 p.m. 22/07/07

3 Comments:

Blogger dawnvictoriahanna said...

This feels like the early morning on Christmas day...I had forgotten...thank you Obediah
....dawn

Sunday, July 22, 2007 6:35:00 PM  
Blogger Obie Quiet said...

i wrote that just for you or should i say, you inspired that specifically. was the end of e-mail i sent to you earlier; seeing it was verse, i decided to cut and paste, work it and blog it; i erected it like a tree at christmas, with an angel on top. christmas though is an after thought, an image you've brought or has my discovery of color inspired this thought? thanks for leading me to color. i just stumbled upon it like we sometimes do, upon joy.

Sunday, July 22, 2007 7:21:00 PM  
Blogger dawnvictoriahanna said...

and thank you for your graciousness ..there is much I need to lean and much more to accept...dawn

Sunday, July 22, 2007 7:26:00 PM  

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