"I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it"(Mark 10:15).
I walked among dandelions when I was three
They were beautiful then
Yellow, bright, inviting, and plentiful
When blooms died
I blew them to other worlds
I squealed at butterflies when I was three
Wonders worth chasing
I romped through meadows after their allure
Time held no meaning
Their fluttering dance the object of dreams
I prayed unashamedly when I was three
Daddy God all powerful provider
Faith unencumbered by intellect
I’d make my request assured He answers
Then picked a bouquet of happiness
To become as I was when I was three
To see beauty in weeds
To abandon conventionality
To trust implicitly
This is my quest
I walked among dandelions when I was three
They were beautiful then
Yellow, bright, inviting, and plentiful
When blooms died
I blew them to other worlds
I squealed at butterflies when I was three
Wonders worth chasing
I romped through meadows after their allure
Time held no meaning
Their fluttering dance the object of dreams
I prayed unashamedly when I was three
Daddy God all powerful provider
Faith unencumbered by intellect
I’d make my request assured He answers
Then picked a bouquet of happiness
To become as I was when I was three
To see beauty in weeds
To abandon conventionality
To trust implicitly
This is my quest
2 comments:
That's lovely!
I watch my puppy chase the snow, play with her shadow, tease me with the sticks she finds. Each time her world delights her, I hear God say, "Where is your wonder." Maybe he's saying the same thing to both you and me.
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