Opening my eyes to the God I see in you, I see myself being seen in loving praise of all that is.
Now, dear other, cry for the children without the words to plea, the savvy to endure, the tenacity to wait, unprotected by the healthy boundaries those of us, longer in the world, most of us, take for granted. Free us from the limitations which now confine us and from which we long for release. Giving thanks for the openness and vulnerability of the children, the very wildness of youth. Together, we honor their trusting, loving, clarity, even as we arm them against the harshness of the world. Knowing it is the very innocence of their blind certainty that will teach us to see God in all things.