Child, though I take your hand
and walk in the snow;
though we follow the track of the mouse together,
though we try to unlock the mystery
of the printed work, and slowly discover
why two and three makes five
always, in an uncertain world -
Child, though I am meant to teach you much,
what is it, in the end,
except that together we are
meant to be children of the same Father
and I must unlearn
all the adult structure
and the cumbering years
and you must teach me
to look at the earth and the heaven
with your fresh wonder.
Jane T Clement - Bruderhof Community
