Your Hand On Me

Sometimes I feel
your hand on me,
resting on my shoulder
while I sit at my work,
or on my head
as I fall asleep.
I love your hand on me.
You comfort me
with your presence.
You center me in your love.
You strengthen me
with your joy.
I love your hand on me.

——

Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
My soul clings to you,
your right hand upholds me.
Psalm 63:7-8

From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan

Mother God

“I am your Mother”

Your words fell like sweet rain
into the barren caverns
of my motherless grief.

“I am the One who gave you life;
who sustains you.
I am the One who feeds you,
who comforts you, who nurtures you.
I am the One who loves you
and who has always loved you.
I am your Mother.”

Mother God?
Help me.
I do not know you this way.
Mother.
God.

——

Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget, I will not forget you!
Isaiah 49:14-16

From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan

Joyful Servant

I sat alone,
thinking about you
when I sensed you
kneeling in front of me.

My response was like Peter’s:
“Lord, it is I who should…”
but I saw the joy on your face.

Jesus, you are divine,
yet you call yourself
my brother
and kneel before me,
a Joyful Servant.
I want to receive
this gift from you.

Jesus, I want be like you.
Teach me to kneel
in joy with you
before all others.

——

When he had finished washing their feet,
he put on his clothes and returned to his place.
“Do you understand what I have done for you?”
he asked them. “Now that I, your Lord and Teacher,
have washed your feet,
you also should wash one another’s feet.”
John 13: 12-14

From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan

Vulnerable One

You, God,
are the vulnerable One.
I am creature, child.
Yet my heart is rock hard in places.
While your heart—
your heart is
liquid love
and longing.
You hold nothing back.

——

How often I have longed to gather your children together,
as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings
but you would not.
Matthew 23:37

From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan

You Hold Me

You hold me gently,
allowing me to be a child.
Allowing me to not understand,
to say “it is too hard for me.”
Allowing me to say
“I need you” all the time.

You hold me securely,
allowing me to be a child.
Allowing me to love you—
sweet innocence restored.
Allowing me to feel
myself tenderly loved by you.

You hold me always,
allowing me to be a child.
Allowing me to be alive, playful,
stilled, quieted.
Allowing me to rest,
knowing in your arms
all is well.

——

“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them
for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.
I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive
the kingdom of God
like a little child will never enter it.”
And he took the children in his arms,
put his hands on them and blessed them.
Mark 10: 14-16

From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan