God lives above the airplanes

In my micro world, there's the kitchen, the bedrooms.
Basement stoop.
Toys I trip on. Stub my toe.
Laundry strewn about.
Uh, is that clean or dirty?
Macaroni noodles under the table, a little bit sticky.
Nappies of poo and cloths of regurgitated milk
Prayers all day...Lord have him obey
Give us wisdom, happy hearts

There's the front porch with its bullying wasps
And the cracked driveway
The road to the park
The walk by the river
Geese and their still-soft droppings
The park and neighbors and vacation Bible school

In my micro world, I am small
Like a car
Not the way it is now
But the way you see it from an airplane
Moving along, like a wee ant
Moving to your favorite tune
Doing chores
Scurrying about
Building a home, life
A mountain

God lives above the airplanes
But I'm not small to Him
His hands hold all of me
He says, you're doing good, darling

Keep it up
You are big to me
You are planting seeds
What you do is important
I am glad in you

~mindy harris