September 4, 2009

My Journey to God

Standing on Tiptoes

The pangs of her birth
Not so many years ago
Filled Mom’s heart with pride.

Water on her forehead,
White dress, food for soul begins.
Ah, the years pass by.

Now in a plaid skirt,
She walks to the podium.
Brown hair, brown eyes and

Standing on tiptoes,
She reads God’s word to classmates.
Blush of pride inside.

By David Whitsett

(David Whitsett is a member of St. Christopher Parish in Indianapolis. His poem was inspired by a school Mass on Aug. 20 at St. Christopher Church.)

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