i
let there be love enough
for the children.
to have a home to
return to
when they
run
away.
to be loved
because they’re
radiant. to be
radiant because
they’re
loved.
to always have big
eyes for the
whipped
cream & the
cherry.
to cry when they
fall down.
to laugh when
they jump back
up.
ii
let there be love enough
for the children
grown old or lonely
too weak in spirit
to pray any
more.
too ashamed to
dance.
imagine them as
golden children before
the hurt changed
everything.
innocent of
hate & fear &
anger &
defeat.
love them as
they are, these
gracious children of
pain &
becoming.
iii
let there be love enough
to feed our souls.
to tickle the
ribs of a world that
laughs &
laughs.
to play with sticks
& stones & animals
of every shape &
color.
to climb
enlightened mountains.
to stumble joyfully
in the ecstatic
dark.
to share the
dream-life of loving hearts
with open
eyes through all our
loving
days.