|Grandfather taught me cunning,
how to clip and stitch opportunity
from unexpected circumstance.
Grandmother taught me presence,
how to speak power through silence
when doubt constricts heart and throat.
Father taught me strength,
how to keep my feet when friends shift
beneath like gravel on mountain path.
Mother taught me love,
how it feels to be forgiven
for inflicted childish whim.
Ammon taught me astonishment,
how nurtured hurt distorts truth
like dark mists hiding the road
that leads to another Father,
One who teaches mercy,
how to honor good traditions
and let the rest melt away like frost
at touch of dawn's outspread fingers.
Inspired by the Come, Follow Me readings for June 22-28