Living With the Inner Child

In the world nurtured by nature so unsullied and pristine in God’s own land so divine, a child is born with empty mind where beauty finds a niche encased within the frame of innocence that has no sense of the real life so trying. The face of the child, blooming the flower of heavenly smile, reflects the image of God in the flawless transient mirror so fragile, gets shattered as it endures the harsh time’s impact, but the credulous simplicity may last long while the world around changes fast as it happened with me. A gleaming stream gliding in ebullience with the glistening liquid pearls of elegance, flowed with the flamboyant facade of silvery splendor, bedecked our house with an ornate garland, made of embracing loop of mesmerizing meander. On its rippling water passing me by I as a child sailed the paper boats tinged with the rainbow colors, that glided wobbling on the current’s tortuous trail. I imagined my mariner mind sailed unbound on these to a distant unknown dreamland, suffused with the child’s trance. The boats disappeared in the sea of memory with the ebb of the lost time, but those adorable tender moments gone by I live in the twilight hours with my inner child and… see life like a child bliss emits from fountain of divine innocence _______________ June 19, 2022 Contest : Like A Child Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh