There is a gentle sweetness to certain children. A life affirming goodness. A light at the core, in the heart of hearts, at center of the soul.
Even diminished, it does not die in the crucifixion of time. The “yes” of life endures. The way of joy continues to find expression.
When I see this shining in a young face, smiling through innocent eyes, I pray. I go apart—into the interior cathedral of connections.
I find solitude in a clear and calm and beautiful place in nature. Quietly offering thanks for the ones who are born and placed among us with a holy spark, I give shape to my soul’s embrace of the God of love.
In such prayer and in sharing this experience with you, I bear witness to a sublime truth of human life.
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Even diminished, it does not die in the crucifixion of time. The “yes” of life endures. The way of joy continues to find expression.
