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.
-
Author:
gray0328 (
Offline) - Published: February 27th, 2025 04:44
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
Offline)
Comments1
A most interesting write and truth in its simplicity reveals the face of a child. May be a metaphor as well where we are all children with our own potential.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.