Who shall climb
the mountain of the Lord?
Who shall stand
in his holy place?
The man with
clean hands and pure heart,
who desires not
worthless things.
Ps. 24:3-4
My
seven-year old son climbs the roof,
a
short step out his window
and
thirty feet down,
to
claim what birds reside in.
He
certainly knows
when
I discover him,
fear
will reign, a thunderstorm.
But
for him sky opens
like
the door to a room of dragons
light on the wing,
not
his own small room,
walls cluttered with stickers,
milk
stains on the floor.
Once, his thrill
was
the kitchen sink, to climb
the
step-stool on his own,
reach the soap,
stroke his small silken hands.
Now
he braces the walls of the house.
No
matter how I plead,
his
face beams, faithful to joy.
No
matter
how
willful I am,
he
won’t come down.
-- By:
Ms. Karen Jessee, OP - -
a member of the Dominican
Laity, St. Mary Magdelene Group in Raleigh, NC. She writes and
teaches, living with her husband and children near Chapel Hill, North
Carolina.
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