Learn to Trust

What child within us has not searched The heavenly expanse And felt utterly alone In the face of its vastness? Each heart beats alone To the rhythm of its streams, Yet each is connected in The consciousness of dreams. Seraphs stretch their wings to aching, But knowing all the while, It's not the wings or wind that lifts life higher But love freely given in celestial smiles. So smile they all upon lost children who are Blindly searching, hands clutching in our dreams, To briefly touch the wispy softness Of shining saffron, angelic wings. We need not wings to navigate the motif, For we soar upon the rays of love And by universal love manifest all things, As below, so it is above. Oh, tender child, don't fear the night, Or too reverently hold to the pattern, All things change with focused thought, No need for a heavenly lantern. Your light shines brighter than you know. Reflect upon the gentle faces, Not Seraphs or the heavenly host, But wounded children lost in frightening places. These little ones whose darkened eyes Are now awakened by your touch, Can see your own path clearer than you. Relax and learn to trust. Copyright © Chula Fleming | Year Posted 2012