Children don\'t wear masks of pretense,
their faces speak truth, raw and bright.
They tumble through hours unguarded,
each breath echoes their fiercest nature.
They laugh with a boundless abandon,
they cry when their hearts are heavy.
What you see is what they are,
pure reflections of light and shadow.
Jesus saw their unspoken wisdom,
their simple grace, their unmeasured joy.
In their essence, He found a truth,
a mirror to the divine unhidden.
They are small, yet vast in spirit,
uncoiled futures, unclouded beings.
The message breathed through their souls,
become like them, unshuttered, whole.