The Heart of a Child

Caught in a child’s hand,

the seashell becomes treasure,

a catalyst of daydreams.  Tunes

hummed by innocence reach

the seagull nearby who gives up

flight to breathe in this fresh air.

An air that only they can bare,

that we forget through years

of aging hearts.

 

The sand still has memory of us,

although we forget.  And that starfish

under the stars waits our return,

but we turn. Away from the past

that gave us sight into a spark

of the divine.  To see creation

in it’s purest form, it’s brightest shine.

Each grain of sand will be called to

tell his story. Can you imagine?

When from the seen and unseen

Worlds come Men and Jinn.

And to be asked from such an old age,

why we could not stay like a child.

For a moment to see like a child.

To dream like a child.

To take into our heart,

the Heart of the world,

as a child does,

with every blink of existence.

 

By Jon Schuck

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