16 Aug 2002 @ 12:42, by sindy
IT warms my heart once again to see
in the eyes of kids.. how much its important to care
kids just love to feel free
feel that everything matters
that everything flows
that nothing is bad
that nothing is to hard
with kids they see the beauty in a ball
in a stone.. in a leaf.. heeh well yes even in a leaf
they see the joy in the eyes of everyone and everything
even if people cannot seee their own happiness
Kids see love in just any and every thing
never under estimate a child eyes
for they see beyond this and more
they feel their parents, teachers, their animals
children brings the male and female energy bond
for in kids an elder heart feels warm and tender
the cry of a child brings peace
BUT TO KNOW THIS YOU GOT TO THINKETH AS A CHILD
looking in a child eyes is Creator gift
for all is but thee creator-rix CHILD*
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EYES OF A CHILD
It was a busy day in our Costa Mesa, California, home. But then, with 6 children and one on the way, every day was a bit hectic. On this particular day, however, I was having trouble doing even routine chores -- all because of one little boy. Len, who was three at the time, was on my heels no matter where I went. Whenever I stopped to do something and turned back around, I would trip over him. Several times, I patiently suggested fun activities to keep him occupied. "Wouldn't you like to play on the swing set?" I asked again.
But he simply smiled an innocent smile and said, "Oh, that's all right Mommy. I'd rather be in here with you." Then he continued to bounce happily along behind me.
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After stepping on his toes for the fifth time, I began to lose my patience and insisted that he go outside and play with the other children. When I asked him why he was acting this way, he looked up at me with sweet green eyes and said, "Well, Mommy, in Sunday class my teacher told me to walk in Jesus' footsteps. But I can't see him, so I'm walking in yours."
I gathered Len in my arms and held him close. Tears of love and humility spilled over from the prayer that grew in my heart -- a prayer of thanks for the simple, yet beautiful perspective of a three-year-old boy.
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