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.
Pablo Picasso, “Mother and Child” (1902)

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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