Quiet
was the dawn as the wee one began her walk
Slow
was the night to fade and the colors to spread
As
if the artist of the sky’s canvas
And
the poet of the day’s passages were waiting
The
wet dew covered blades that lined her path invited her to stray
They
tickled and cooled her soles bathing them with droplets
New blooms from the wind sewn wild flowers
mingled among the blades
Their
scents lightly perfumed the gentle sea breeze
A
light mist enveloped her and she opened her mouth to taste the salt
Slowly
she twirled as a ballerina’s dance caught in slowness of time’s motion
Stopping
at each turn to take in each stroke matching her rythmn to the notes
Now
the path from the house ended and the woods lightened into mangroves
Lining
the beach by the small pool where birds fished and she waded
When
would it start she wondered, she had come, she was ready, they had waited
Only
now did inspiration trickle down from on High for He too had waited on her
Slowly
not to rush her He began to put the day into motion
The
dark blues were washed with pinks as He coaxed the sun to rise and the moon to
set
The
stars glimnered as He blew them out one
by one
Birds
chorus now broke the stillness and peoples now joined her
Casting
their nets they would gather each their share of bounty He had sown
Now
she too must begin her toils and she skipped to her grandfather’s side
Taking
his hand she spilled forth in laughter the treats only given to her
His
eyes glissened with small tears of love as he picked her up tenderly hugging
her
She
was his charge, his alone , his purpose and she kept him young at heart
And
he too thanked the Lord who watched them both keeping them safe.
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