THE HOLY CHILD
In nature a child awakes me.
I can not look into his eyes.
His holy being radiates beauty and humility.
I can see he is smiling happily as
he serves me a meal of bread, rice, and water
which all seemed to come directly from his being.
I smile awkwardly because his innocence is contagious.
Finishing my meal, he hugs me.
Brotherly love motivates his affectionate kisses
as I realize what I must do to leave this reference of time.
I make eye contact.
In nature a child awakes me.
I can not look into his eyes.
His holy being radiates beauty and humility.
I can see he is smiling happily as
he serves me a meal of bread, rice, and water
which all seemed to come directly from his being.
I smile awkwardly because his innocence is contagious.
Finishing my meal, he hugs me.
Brotherly love motivates his affectionate kisses
as I realize what I must do to leave this reference of time.
I make eye contact.
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