Hey, Daddy. she calls from the foot of the slide,
a tiny bit nervous and fearful inside.
With her foot on the ladder and her hand on the rail,
“Will you catch me?”, she asks, though she knows that he will.“Hey, Daddy,” she calls as she reaches the top, and she looks from her perch at the perilous drop.
“Can you see me? Can you hear me?”, she is eager to know,
her view of him blocked by the turns down below.
“Here I come, Dad,” she cries as she’s spiraling down
through the twists and the turns, down the slide to the ground.
“I’m waiting,” he calls and he holds out his hands,
to catch his sweet girl in his arms when she lands.
The little girl’s old now, her daddy is gone.
Her grandchildren’s children ride the slide to the lawn.
She feels herself sliding a bit more each day
her fingers less nimble, hair more white than gray.
“Dear Father,” she prays, every morning and night,
A tiny bit nervous and fearful inside.
“Will you catch me?”, she asks, though she knows that He can.
“I’m waiting, Beloved.”, and He holds out His hands.
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