Trust
What child within us has not searched
The heavenly expanse
And felt utterly alone
In the face of its vastness?
Each heart beats alone
To the rhythm of its streams,
Yet each is connected in
The consciousness of its dreams.
Seraphs stretch their wings to aching,
But knowing all the while,
It's not the wings or wind that lifts life higher
but love given freely in a celestral smile.
So smile they all upon lost children
Blindly serching, hands clutching in our dreams,
To briefly touch the wispy softness
Of shining saffron, angelic wings,
We need not wings to navigate the motif,
For we soar upon the rays of love
And by universal love manifest all things,
As below, so it is above.
Oh, tender child, don't fear the night,
Or too reverently hold to the pattern,
All things change with focused thought,
No need for a heavenly lattern.
Your light shines brighter than you know.
Reflect upon the gentle faces,
Not Seraphs or the heavenly host,
But wounded children lost in frightening places.
These little ones whose darkened eyes
Are now awakened by your touch,
Can see your path more clear than you...
Relax and learn to trust.
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