Let the children have bare feet
Let them run around with muddy toes
and messy hair
and pick weeds
and cry when they scrape their knees
mimic the songs of the bees
Let them see the wonder of the seed
Show them how it grows
though we know not how
Fill their heads with all this
mystery
All this fantasy
Of a world that is so unbelievable
this world that is ours
Let them splash in puddles
and commune with the trees
dream of islands and foreign lands
and far distant seas
Let them taste the sweetness of the honeycomb
see for themselves
that he is good
and that all this sweetness
this sun-kissed,
bursting and bounding
youth of creation
all this flows from his love
even the gentle, swift movement
of the dove
the pouring forth of spring rain
even the beauty that causes pain
all is his and all is
Undeserved.
