One, Whose Story's Very Old; One, Whose Story's Yet Untold
Little child, looking carefully, into my eyes; [as you look into my eyes;]
you are asking, “Can I trust you?";
“Will you listen to my cries?"
Precious child, I will teach you all I can,
and help you, thru your fears;
As I do, you’ll teach me many things,
that I’ve forgotten thru the years.
I’ll teach you names of plants and birds;
how to read and write in words.
You’ll teach me I should laugh, and cry;
and ask again, each question “Why?”
Today we walk here side by side,
one, whose story’s very old,
one, whose story’s yet untold.
Laird Fetzer Hamblin