As a little child

    "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

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