That boy with his back towards us,
he’s walking out into open spaces,
finding his own footing
we don't know where he is going
he’s getting smaller every minute
I’m getting smaller in his life
he’s getting bigger in his own
and this is as it should be
meanwhile I try to pretend I’m ok with this
with the sheer speed of it all
I grab the passenger door with the speed of it;
he laughs at me
and wishes it would all go even faster
I know how his heart lifts out there in the fields
I know how he breathes in the country air
he turns up the music and rolls down the windows
and he looks up at the stars when they are shining in their glory
He captures sunsets, lovesongs, and hymns
and pours them out again through his fingers at the piano
combining, embellishing, and leaving his own imprints of beauty
I don’t know where he is going
but I know Who is forming him
still wonderfully making him,
right before my eyes
for a little bit longer.
