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A SMALL CHILD
“Come as a child”, the Voice commands,
No pretenses
Every vulnerability laid bare
Humility as the only simple clothing worn
Easy laughter, easy tears
A tender heart in a brutal world.
Complete trust and total dependence
As a small head cradled against the breast
A weaned child content
While a stream of comfort soothes
Certain strength lifts up in freedom
A small child in the arms of his parent
Even tossed into the clouds in joyful play;
Goodness carries throughout the day
Until the evening hugs
And toys and books and pillows,
Finally into the cozy bed of warmth and rest and stuffed animals.
How strong the foundation of true love,
A father’s presence always near
Mother’s love and faithfulness settled calmly;
Caring arms so very strong
In the face of dark shadows and sudden sounds,
The deep darkness and groaning over all the earth;
What choice remains
But to seek light that is truly light
Light from Heaven, enlightenment within
Light that is life in Messiah’s face, a glow, a radiance
Eyes that burn with holy love,
Eyes that look upon you while you sleep
Eyes of tenderness, gentleness
A pure heavenly jealousy just as walls of Spirit fire about Jerusalem.
