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.