Little Girl With a Crayon

Lifting out and down. Lifting up above my crown, Now over and down. I reach above the ground, The space between my ears and eyes. I say, “glory to God.” Tears fly. Reaching despair does die. Reaching now, Reaching forever Is love’s sparks, Love marks Like a little girl With a crayon. Innocent and pure, She was sure. As she strokes my heart With colors, It reaches my lips Like flowers. I say, “I love you.” She says, “I do too.” “Happy days are ahead,” She reaches her fingers As they spread. She reaches for a color To color my head Until my eyes are fed. She leads me to a springing Fountain, To a colored mountain. “We are drawn,” she says With a yawn and a dawn. Ecstasy fills the rim Of the world. I reach for untold love. A story to unfold, a dove. On mercy’s wings she sings And a world of hope and love To God she brings.