in lady liberty’s footsteps

12 . March . 2010

this afternoon,
i hear melanie’s voice
singing lady liberty’s words
in my ear
in a special camaraderie-ish way,

‘give me your hungry,
your thirsty,
your tired,
your poor…’

as i prepare to head across the street
and scoop up two armfulls of
of children
and bring them home,
and give them food,
and a comic book,
and a little friday breathing room,

and i’m right there with them,
longing for God’s comfort,
i, too, am
and hungry
and thirsty
and poor.

may we run,
to the One Who Comforts Us,
just as we are.

‘keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
with silent lips. “give me your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
i lift my lamp beside the golden door!’
-emma lazarus, 1880


oh, newman family,
i am unbelievably happy
that cory got to see you.

thank you for having him +
my heart leaps at this
grainybeautiful picture of
the three of you;
it makes london not feel
so terribly far away.

we miss you.
we love you.

oh, that eloise…

ps –
dear big ol’ jet airliner:
do carry him home soon.
16 hrs or less, right?
i can hang on until then.

but not one moment longer.
thank you.

pps –
doesn’t that photo makes you want
to scoop up your fam +
i’ll scoop up my fam
and we’ll all meet at melissa’s for dinner tonight, right?

get those passports ready, chica.