A PRECIOUS CURIOSITY
“…ask for the ancient paths,
where the good way lies; and walk in it,
and find rest for your souls.” Jeremiah 6:16
Little girl clutches her mother’s hand
struggles to keep up as her mother’s long legs
make one step to her every four.
Slows down to touch the flower.
Stops to look up into the golden leaves through to
the endless blue.
Tilts her head to hear the subtle birdsong.
Mother, impatient, tugs her forward
into their destination.
So much to do
again today, always.
No time to waste.
No time to wonder.
The sudden remembering of her own small self.
So easily and so often touched by a simple beauty not yet named.
Senses alive and alert to a precious curiosity.
Her mother tugging her hand
making her trip to keep up.
Imagining that lineage of hurried and harried mothers,
walking on ancient paths,
tugging the hands of their little wondering ones.
Walking in an ancient memory,
to find a good way now,
to slow down,
to be tugged by her little one into rest for her soul.
– KW –