As we head into 2020, thoughts which assail me at the beginning of each new year emerge once more. How can I juggle all the demands of my life? How do I adjust my priorities to be a better mom? What desires do I need to dismiss and what new goals should I make? Overall, how will I be enough?
This pondering led to my January posts, and the first of these is very simply my 2019 Christmas poem, inspired by that very last, and most pressing, question.
The straw spilled out
To strew upon the dirt,
Baby hands thumped the trough,
Laying lavish love about.
The boy’s bread fell from baskets
And diving birds divided crumbs
The leftovers that he holds
Make a perfect sevenfold.
Communion consummated,
The host of heaven shared
One heart is offered – still
A multitude is filled.
Dismiss the claim of empty,
Don’t scoff at more demands,
Extend hands, heart, and lips-
Love fills its convoy ships.
