From the eyes of children come the light of the world, yet they need that light reflected back to them by the adults who matured yet kept their own inborn light alive. For children are born for love, to need it as much as air, water and food. We are, after all, a survival of the nurtured species. We need a sense of 'we' as much as a sense of 'I."
The children came into the newly lit day as bright and buoyant as any bird whom plays for the love of fun.
The children, the sacred and holy gifts, our treasured ones, they come with the mirth and song, they come to learn of sorrows and how to become champions, they come to remind us that we were once as pure of spirit as they.
The children danced upon the earthen track, one caravan of divine upswept joy told in those catching grins and giggles.