As I came to a street corner,
My father’s hand would just appear in front of me.
Mine in his,
We walked across the street,
Navigating any obstacles that came our way.
I didn’t question his lead.
Things changed over time; the feeling of safety became a faint memory of a storybook tale that once felt real to me.
Sadness, suffering, pain, loss, lack and limitation,
I seemed to be so alone over the years,
But I always felt that there was something else…
Something outside of my understanding…
I sought for this something…
I reached out my hand,
And to my relief, I was received in Love.
by Rev. Michelle Rado