Childlike Faith

hands

He looked up at me, reached for my hand, and melted my heart.

Young boy, so unscathed by the ways of the world.

You accepted a few moments of my guidance, and it has been so long….

 

When I look back through memory’s eyes at my own tots

I remember that faithful reach of their trust

before the distractions of the world and the full nature of pride engage.

 

The reach of that tiny hand reminds me of childlike faith,

a belief that exists before conscience reason,

a measure of faith from the Lord with Love.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 15

 

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