Tuesday, October 31, 2006


When you tend to a child be gentle
Before you approach
say a prayer
Tender skin to match a tender heart
Too fresh for self-preservation:
a word a child can't know

When you speak to a child be slow
Before you breath in
accept what you hear
Tender past that never leaves you
Can grow again a-right:
a hope a child can't deny.

Cloth a child in cloth made of mercy
Feed a child the steady diet of plenty
Lilies of the field
Birds of the air

1 comment:

michel said...

This is beautiful and so true, I am learning. By the way I respond to the Lord's unstoppable love,it finally occurred to me how to love my child. Not that I didn't love him before, but I've learned a new way. The way of God sans the ways of my mother.