Childs eyes

  Innocence in the eyes of children, so pure, so free to run wild. 
  Their minds so open to expression, and hearts so giving.
  A rose holding so much interest, so much beauty.
  Capturing astonishment and wonder.
  Ourselves...we hold this beauty in our feelings for others.
  This beauty given to us by Nature,
  This life given to us by the Goddess.
  Let us nuture the rose,
  Let us feed upon it's beauty.
  Of all the things we hold in ourselves,
  Let us be free and spirited to see again as through the eyes of a child.

  		 1 Jan. 1993

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