Reach

         Your faith has made you well.

A friend and I are walking with her boys. Ice on the path.
She's ahead, I'm with Teddy, the three year old.
He slips and crashes to his knees,
feet splayed, face inches from the ice.

He doesn't crumple, doesn't wail. Not a sound.
Doesn't demand that mommy come back.
No pleading, no drama. Doesn't even look up.
He calmly raises his hand above his head.
He knows what will come next.

Behold.

What a Mother we have, that we have come to know
—we know—
we are accompanied,
we are in need and we will be helped,
all will be well.

Faith, Jesus showed, is not certainty, but reaching out.

   —March 19, 2019