Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Elisha Aaron Mummert


Sons are a heritage from the Lord,
children a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are sons born in one's youth.
Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame when they contend
with their enemies in the gate.
Psalm 127:3-5
I feel blessed to have the honor of raising a son. I look forward to the challenges and the joys, and raising Elisha with my best friend and the love of my life~ how wonderful to embark on this journey of parenthood with the one I hold dearest in my heart.
Praise to the High One for giving me joys
Peculiarly sweet, I'm the mother of boys!
Mud puddles, torn blue jeans, toads, whistles and worms.
The furred and feathered and whatever squirms.
Black knuckles, bats, arrows and thundering noise.
They're all in a day for the mothers of boys.
But, ah, 'tis a dear joy to turn the blue eyes
To the manifold wonder of earth, sea and skies.
And, ah, 'tis a dear joy to watch a small hand seize
The hand of God in the knowledge of these.
Spare me, oh High One, to praise Thee more when
This mother of boys is the mother of men!

2 comments:

Alli said...

:) Blessings on you and your family..and I double the blessing on the one inside of your womb.

Matthew Lind said...

This is a late comment, but maybe you will see it. I enjoyed the poem "The Mother of Boys" (Praise to the High One) that you included, and in fact am well acquainted with the poet, as she was my mother: Miriam Sieber Lind. My mother had 6 sons and one daughter, which provided her with much writing material! The poem was written back in the 1950s. She died about 4 years ago. Thought you might be interested....