These children come from Heaven.
Their wings are newly clipped.
Their memories are awake still.
Their halos have not slipped.
How long can they remember
the places they came from?
How long can Soul live in their hearts
and warm them like the sun?
Can others that come near them
know this child will lead the way
then guide them to remain them SELF,
so innocence can stay?
The glory of a newborn
matures into a child,
but as the child becomes adult,
that innocence turns wild.
If we help them to remember
the purpose of their birth,
they'll know the meaning of their life
and acknowledge their self-worth.
The leaders of our future
have bodies very small,
but if we listen with our hearts,
then they can guide us all.
Love them with a love that's true
and see their inner glory,
then they'll know that they are safe
to share their lives-long story.
For fresh in their remembrance
is the truth we seek to find,
but pain has made us deaf
and fear has made us blind.
We'll protect them from the fate
that we ourselves have suffered
then know that from the harm of life
our love has kept them buffered.
We welcome all our children
for they know much more of life
than those of us who have been lost
in illusions of our strife.
Lead us please, dear children.
We follow now your light.
We hear the vision of your words
and see with your clear sight.
For, as these children take the lead
their love will show the way
to open up our hearts and minds
to see a brand new day.
A poem from the book by Suzan Caroll PhD
Author- you're not gonna believe this;
Thoughts from "beyond" transcribed by Davo for you as is...