There is a child in me, in all, if we dare to see.
The child within we is gentle, innocent, and kind. She and he are full of wanderlust, heart, and soul, ever gleeful when opening to new vistas.
The child within we sees the world through agape eyes so trusting and forgiving.
Sometimes we barricade the child behind false innuendos, what if’s, fear, blame, shame, or poor me.
The child within we runs free and embraces life in the moment while the keeper of the key is in constant pursuit.
The child slides the curve of the moon into the heart of the creator created experiencing the breath of life in the arms of grace.