An Open Letter to the Children

 

Dear child,

You step into the frothy ocean, its hands washing your feet

as you stand at the edge of the earth wondering,

what is beyond the place where pale waves become sky.

                                                       . . .

Here’s to you dreaming of winged horses over billowy mountain peaks

and wildflower kisses, golden daisies wearing golden light.

Here’s to you dreaming of setting your shoes on the cobblestones of ancient cities

with gilded towers.

Here’s to you dreaming of God pulling His paintbrush lavender over an ocean sky

and the shadowy glimmer of a copper canyon.

Here’s to you dreaming of seas so turquoise until they vanish emerald

and strong still stones hailing from their depths.

Here’s to you dreaming of stealing away the stars for a tea party

and inviting the moon and her friends for a stroll in the inky midnight.

Here’s to you dreaming of evergreen forests that smell of Christmas

and catching the snowflakes as they twirl soft to the floor.

Here’s to you dreaming of a marble castle high above the ground

with sapphire tapestries and stained glass

filled with a thousand animals who talk fondly of other lands.

. . .

Dear child,

Above all, here’s to dreaming of a world where goodness

drives out darkness, soothes our sorrow

and light fills in the dark cracks: making golden

the shadowy places.

And may you be kind to everything that lives,

–for in kindness you find joy and courage–

As you will journey to the edge of the earth wondering,

what is beyond the place where pale waves become sky.

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