Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Friday, July 13, 2012

Reflections on holding a granddaughter

Tiny toes
perfect nose
the smallest fingers
gripping mine
holding on as if life itself
depended on it

Life is simple right now
cry a little

they do it all again
interlaced with chronic snuggling

its not all smiles
there is that gas thing...
that hunger thing
that heat rash thing
that need to be held thing

but being held
what bliss
burrowing into mom
curling up with dad
even I get to hold
her balled up little body
as she peers suspiciously up at me
with eyes barely open

I think God
I can learn some lessons here
about how beautifully you made me
the miracle of life itself
the grace of being able to cling
to the one who made me

and I think in the joy I feel
as those little fingers latch on to mind
and that little body snuggles
and relaxes
and then rests

suggests, however inadquately
the deep contentment you must feel
when finally
for at least one moment
I cling to you

ah sacred love


  1. that's beautiful stephen
    what a miracle life is
    i thank God for my two miracles

  2. As always, I love your words - and so will Mara when she reads them someday. There is no feeling like that of holding your first grandbaby! One of those moments when "awesome" and "miracle" seem to be the right words. Congratulations! Enjoy every minute - they grow up way too fast.

  3. There is nothing like grand babies! Kids were nice, but grand babies are the best without most of the worries. Great prose Steve!