My sweet child of God and Rhyme A wonder and parable told In seized moments of experience And grand imaginings Can I know your soul and free thinking.. Who do you pray to ? these child prayers of heaven in your short lived truths Always running to become Yet you do not burden with them In childlike wisdom you wonder Is freedom not walked in barefeet the shiny stone a child secret that he might joy for the first time and bless the Angel with song. These deeper things of heaven for the child. And when you giggle and stir in adult places And fear that furrowed brow a reflection of adult spankings and forbodings from the Gods of adulthood Would you bow your head and the Angel of innocense keep you hidden from these glimpses of so called adult justice Or she bow her head in wait of you In this adult world where laughter appears forbidden a curse of the aged hardened heart. In this the Angel beckons you Continue to walk across sharp rocks picking up snakes and scorpions and sleep a peaceful sleep upon your bed of faith while you dream your forever dreams of change Inside a fortress built from a plain cardboard box This is your hour and song in celebration..... But would you grow to rebel And the Angels step back along the sidelines cheering you in a song of encouragement when your truths are not heard in purity and shared heart? But misunderstood by a pretentiousnous a child has yet to identify These adult fears of heaven passing them by For this reason you are called to throw open heaven's gates Inviting all without predjudice and malice as only seen and known to the child of God and Rhyme..
