I've Got to Talk to Somebody, God
I'd like to share this heartrending selection called "Bring Back the Children," from her book, I've Got to Talk to Somebody, God."
"Lord, it seems sometimes that my arms aren't long enough or my lap isn't big enough. I wish I could stretch my arms out and out to embrace all my children. These, here about the table now, and those who are away, off to their meetings or their dates or far away in their own homes.
I am suddenly aware of them, all of them wherever they are, and the excitement and wonder and pain of their lives are almost too much to comprehend.
I am so thrilled about them, so proud of them, and so worried about them too -- all at once. I want suddenly to reach out and touch them, the warmth of their flesh, the feel of their hair, to draw them physically in.
I want to hold them on my lap again, the big ones and the little ones, all at once. I want to tuck them in their beds under the same familiar roof. I want to lock the door and go to sleep knowing they're all safe in the shelter of this house.
Lord, I wish I could have all my children back ... now, this moment, at once. But since I can't, you who are everywhere, reach them for me and keep them safe in the shelter of my love."