"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
That's lovely!
ReplyDeleteI 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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