Child In Me
In this blest childhood stature, may I stay
Savoring God’s goodness day after day
Cheerfully walking upon peaceful way
Basking under freedom, so purely gay.
With child*-like faith, I please my Christ today
Devoid of pretense along heaven’s ray
Verily trusting, while hope-propped to pray
Guarded by angels whenever I play.
Midst childish game, I fulfill roles’ array
A mom feeding dolls through flowery tray
Doctor nursing patients without delay
Teacher asserting between yea or nay.
As my child-star sparkle goes for display
I forsake shoes meant for graceful ballet
“Charity princess now serves you,” I say
Shining as light to those who go astray.
Allowing the child in me to sashay
I let myself frolic there on the bay
Learning enigmatic tones, shading gray
Singing, “Baby Jesus sleeps on the hay.”
Never outgrowing fave child toy of clay
My heart longs for parents’ love I can’t pay
Their molding nurture of caring bouquet
Keeps on wafting kindness-scent they did spray.
Now to the Lord --- my child spirit I lay
Always exploring as He drives fears away
Still advancing with faith from evil sway
“Praising You, Father” I’m blest to relay.
*Luke 18:17 Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein.
September 8, 2021
3rd place, "Your Inner Child" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 9/13/2021.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2021
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