I sit staring at the text
Squiggles cover it edge to edge
"Patience. Look beyond them"
Soaring to the heavens on Ibis wings.
This gift turns my heart to netjer
I sit staring at the text
I am grown but still so small feeling
"Patience. Go slowly. Not everything is flying. Some are slow careful trudges"
Finding hand holds and safe stones.
I earn the highest grade in math
"See? Some things you will soar at. Some you will trudge until you learn to step with grace like the ibis"
"And in some things we will both rejoice like the baboon at dawn"
He laughs to and our hearts soar
And our joy echoes forth to the sun