“Let the little children come to me; do not stop them;
for it is to such as these that the realm of God belongs.
Truly I tell you, whoever does not
receive the realm of God as a little child
will never enter it.”
—Mark 10.14-15
Mother of the Universe,
Father of the Poor,
Lover of the Little Ones,
I am one of them; I am yours.
I pray that I may be playful
on the knee of your delight;
helpless and dependent
in the arms of your grace;
hungry, receptive, grateful
at the breast of your world;
vulnerable, trusting in your hand
in this rough place;
learning voraciously
in your shadow as you work;
your toddler, one hand high in yours,
learning to walk;
belonging without question
to your love.
Birth me again this moment,
born into your hope.
My source, my life, to you I pray,
I and all your children,
all your children,
your image and flesh,
offspring of your grace,
joy of your womb.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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