As seen by a child
Morning and night
Are equally beginning and ending
And the day
Isn't about forging our way, winning
As it is about play
About Being the Way
As seen by a child
Delight
Isn't a thing to be named so much
That it need be pursued as such
But it's the wonder
Of everything new
Observed through the eyes of love
As seen by a child
Life
Can be messy
And it's ok
There need be no rush to clean up
Organization will have it's say
Yet this moment's joy in whatever form it takes, is enough
As seen by a child
All are of equal worth
Regardless of vocation, location or destination
Without saying a word
For the All that Is perceived
Is God's shining Light
Innocence upon the scene
As seen by a child
Everything's worthwhile
Whether one chooses to move on or stay
No adult ingrained disdain
No past held pain
Just the same joyous love
For both the sun and the rain
As seen by a child
No distinctions are made
To separate and contain
As if experience can be boxed and labeled
Right or wrong, good or bad
For no scores are kept
There's no papers to grade
As seen by a child
There's "just" Presence
God, Now
In every breath
With every step
Happy rainbows painted in a myriad of colors
All emanated from the Heart of Wow
in love...mike:)