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Sunday, April 8, 2012

Little ones and the love of God

Holy Saturday I sat at mass in front of three of my favorite little guys.  The mass started late in the evening and was long, very long for such little folks.  They were very well behaved and tried bravely to love God and worship the way that grown-ups expect them to.  But sitting still and being perfectly quiet is just not their way.  This little poem was inspired by their brave efforts.  I "borrowed" this picture from their mom's FB page. I hope she doesn't mind.

Charlie, Isaac, and Nick
When all is still and silent
                   they cannot be.
That is not their way
                                        not how they worship or love God.
When everyone stands
                     to sing or recite;
proper and all on key.
That is not their way
                     piping baby voices
ringing true and clear.
Just high above the rest
                     singing so God can hear.
When all kneel still and soft;
                    in adoration of the Lord.
They do not.
for that is not their way.
He made their wiggles
                     for His glory.
He made their cries
                     for his praise.
That is their way.

                    

1 comment:

Veronica said...

I love the poem!! That is a very patient way to look at the antics of children during Mass...