On This Day Of My Birth
On this the day of my birth
I’d like to thank you, Lord, for conjuring up
the idea of me in the first place.
Pretty creative, I’ll give you that. You could’ve rubbed two sticks together or breathed into a fistful of dust but you went and decided instead to cause two people to experience the beautiful fall and lose themselves in each other one night all swept up in your wonky God-love math: one plus one equals three. Thank you for those two dear people, Lord, the tallest trees in my forest. I also thank you for those that love me (wife, kids, beagle), like me, tolerate me, even have me under consideration. And for those that don’t see what all the fuss is about, forgive them, Father, for they don’t know what they’re missing, huh? We’ve been together forty-nine years now, you and me. I must say your patience is impressive, stellar really. Thank you for my life, Lord, every damn stitch, the whole show, hee-haw Sam Wainwright and all that.
It does appear that your non-anxiety-ridden birds have eaten some of the crumbs, so I can’t see the way up ahead. It’s hidden, and my astigmatism’s getting goofy. So I’m counting on you, Lord, not so much to lead the way as to stay close. Of course if you want to lead, lead. I do trust you. Aw, you’re right, there’s still a learning curve on that one. But I’m trying. Amen.
Pretty creative, I’ll give you that. You could’ve rubbed two sticks together or breathed into a fistful of dust but you went and decided instead to cause two people to experience the beautiful fall and lose themselves in each other one night all swept up in your wonky God-love math: one plus one equals three. Thank you for those two dear people, Lord, the tallest trees in my forest. I also thank you for those that love me (wife, kids, beagle), like me, tolerate me, even have me under consideration. And for those that don’t see what all the fuss is about, forgive them, Father, for they don’t know what they’re missing, huh? We’ve been together forty-nine years now, you and me. I must say your patience is impressive, stellar really. Thank you for my life, Lord, every damn stitch, the whole show, hee-haw Sam Wainwright and all that.
It does appear that your non-anxiety-ridden birds have eaten some of the crumbs, so I can’t see the way up ahead. It’s hidden, and my astigmatism’s getting goofy. So I’m counting on you, Lord, not so much to lead the way as to stay close. Of course if you want to lead, lead. I do trust you. Aw, you’re right, there’s still a learning curve on that one. But I’m trying. Amen.
Happy Birthday, john, son of David and Anna
Happy birthday and happy learning curve.
I have been glorying in your posts for many years, and I, too, thank God for “conjuring” you!! Have a bodacious, blessed, bountiful, bedazzling birthday, Beautiful John!
Blessed natal day, John. The world is surely blessed by the gift of you.
Birthday greetings to you,
John. You said it good and clear. “One plus one equals three.” I love that kind of math. Thank you.
You inspire me with your words and your character. Happy Birthday John, it’s been a pleasure.
This gal gives a thumbs up to our God for the kindness and goodness and wrestleness of you! Happy birthday, John!
Beautiful poem mixing humour and history, tenderness and theology. Happy birthday John! You share a day with my youngest son. Have a good one. 🙂
I liked your lines about Jesus maybe not leading the way so much as staying close by. I’m a decade ahead of you, sir, and will voice the cliche–life just gets better. Happy Birth month.