Healthy children

They are glitter in the wind
Their voices - a shower of leaves blown over open fields
Caressing the sprawl of life with
Vulnerable dreams and shameless expectations
Butterflies mad with beauty, running toward sea and sun
Unafraid to be free - balloons drifting away
Kites escaped, forgetting holding hands
Dreamers of smiles, laughter
And heaven

Their small, quiet yawns
An innocent song of life lived
Nothing saved - happily exhausted
Babes asleep in moon cradles
Warmed by the woolen clouds of worn out intentions
And evening’s cooing whispers

The light always raising their view
Even in the darkness they hold onto the sky
The promise assumed in the fact of their being
Possibility simply a patience waiting to welcome them
Small hands soft with love
Bright eyes knowing everything beyond their sight

A face full of sun
Eyelids closed in the warmth of contentment
Swinging back and forth into the air
Pushed by the arms and legs God gave them

Naked in the daylight
Hands and feet soiled with curiosity and adventure
Palms and soles medaled with indentations from climbing trees
Mouth, chin and chest stained with busted berry juice
Teeth white with happiness
And eyes innocent enough to make you believe

Make you believe in Good

Forgiving the cold of the world
Sure of the coming of spring
Always hoping in love
Safe, sweet sighs leaving their mouths open
Against the bosom of the earth

Curious adventurers
Peeking around grown up corners
To discover what is more important than playing
A mystery they will learn in time
Making them forget their wonder for life

Tiny feet in the middle of the square
Crying like the lost
For the lost
In us all