The little child
In my mind, God took me to a large garden.
At a new home, with a swing as big as is enough for me.
Green grass, trees and lots of flowers.
Sit down, He said, and feel free.
I'm right behind you; I catch you when you fall.
Enjoy the movement, the wind in your hair.
Don't worry, don't think, and don't look around.
No need for fear, I will be there.
Live by faith, like a little child.
And even though the image I saw isn't real.
God is there, He is alive.
And also with a hug from a trusted one, this child does feel.
19-10-05