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
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