"Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the realm of God belongs. Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive the realm of God as a little child will never enter it." —Mark 10.14-15
Mother of the Universe, Father of the Poor, Lover of the Little Ones, I am one of them; I am yours.
I pray that I may be playful on the knee of your delight;
helpless and dependent in the arms of your grace;
hungry, receptive, grateful at the breast of your world;
vulnerable, trusting in your hand in this rough place;
learning voraciously in your shadow as you work;
your toddler, one hand high in yours, learning to walk;
belonging without question to your love.
Birth me again this moment, born into your hope.
My source, my life, to you I pray, I and all your children,
all your children, your image and flesh, offspring of your grace, joy of your womb.
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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