The Lisping God

God, Calvin said, speaks
like a nursing mother lisping to her child,
making room for "our feebleness", 
as though
cuddling us with words.

And so I turn
to the comfort of Psalms
where the wounded Christ opens
His arms to make
room for my wounds,

to the God who calms a lamb
sleeping by a stream,
or exhausted Elijah:
God's angel enfolding him
in the comfort of sleep.