The sequence of a miracle begins with a mere
moment's inattention followed by panic
then despair and finally the joy of relief when
a child is reunited with its parents for small
humans harbour deep within an urgent curiosity
about all things mysterious and to a three-year-old
child everything is mysterious in dire need of
exploration and discovery. Unplanned but
inevitable the child will espy a challenge to
be countered and obey his instinct to follow
wherever it leads and lead it does further and
further from safety and security until nowhere
in the wilderness of the boreal forest in that interval
between winter and spring is anything anymore
familiar to a child wearied of wandering and
wondering where his mother is when he so badly
needs a hug and a warm mug of milk and as the
days pass he misses his bed and his bath, the
hugs and the scolds until finally he rests, eyes
glazed with fatigued wonder before they slowly
close. An unfamiliar voice, faces of men who scoop
him into their arms, weeping with gratitude. Will
that child be haunted deep within his subconscious
by fear of the unknown, or will he one day stride
into the known world with the confidence of a
seasoned, confident spirit searching adventure?
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