Sumthin' called Love

I called and called,

but he didn't come.

In fact, at one point he actually

ran from me.

Then he hid.

Perhaps we should have named him "Jonah"

instead of "Boudreaux".

My sister is eight years younger than me
though it pains me to admit it.

Once, when she was a toddler, I put my
fingers into her mouth to retrieve
some paper she was about to eat;
I had seen my mother do the same
thing many times. However,
as I tried to get the paper from
her mouth she bit down
HARD
on my fingers.


Then she began to scream cry
in frustration.

Fearful I would be the one in
trouble for making the baby cry,
I ran into my closet and hid. 
Mom heard the commotion and came running. 
Eventually she found me - in the closet
crying, with bite marks on my fingers.

She washed my sore fingers in cold
water
and held me on her lap till
I had calmed.
There had been no reason to run. 
No reason to hide.

  "We can run,
but we can't hide"
from  love. 

                      Give thanks to the Lord,
                      for he is good;
                      his love endures
                      forever.                     
                     ~Psalm 107:1