no amount of effort,
or planning or sweat or worry,
can make any of us perfect by our own doing. no amount
and kids seem to know that.
my son spent days asking his papa and i
what seemed like oddly unconnected questions.
he then announced to us that he was writing
a book titled ‘inventions’.
as he presented us with the beginnings of his manuscript
we recognized
that all his questions had centered around
the book’s first project:
‘the flying table’ complete with an orderly materials list
we congratulated him on a job well begun,
and he replied with a wry smile as he mumbled under his breath,
‘if only it was as easy to make a bike fly’.
if only.
‘questions’ taken from 2:46 of luke.