HOLD MY HAND

 

My eldest was born in August.

He stood, right on time,

a year later,

toddling into winter

in tiny mutton boots.

By November he insisted

on braving the snowy gravel path

to the car alone.  “I do Mama”.

I trailed his toddling,
wholly focused,

desperate to catch him
before he fell,

bare hands into the cold snow.

Wishing with all of me,

that he’d hold my hand,

allowing me to keep him

upright through the

snow covered obstacles.

My guides say

it’s exactly the same

for them.

In this free will zone

we are welcome to

“I do” it alone.

But guides are trailing

each of us,

focused on offering us help

through the hidden obstacles

of our ego selves and

our old patterns and self judgments.

And like loving parents,

they offer a hand up:

BUT only at your request.

They are eagerly awaiting

your request to

“hold my hand, please.”

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

October 22, 2012