It’s hard for some to listen to a child, dream his or her dreams. I’m not certain of why. Maybe because for so many, life in the end can be a be let down? Not sure and even less certain that I truly want to know the why of it. But, I do know that my God and my love have moments of wanting a childlike quality in devotion and imagination. I think that’s kind of awesome.
A Child of Interesting Conversation by Michael Doyle A child of interesting conversation Is a joy to some toward destination While others worry they have too much to say To me, it's a matter of company along the way A heart that remains open to hope No matter how tangled at end of rope And still the sun will yet arise Clutching to our bosom, the sacredness before our eyes Every moment a poem waiting to write Every wrong a hope of making it right Every vision a gift given to sight Every ray a pleasant gift of warm delight Each moment a treasure nonetheless Remembering each step taken as honored guest As walked on this earth with reverence A whispered prayer given in sacred presence Cherished as gifts should always be Until the last days of time endlessly Each circumstance given as proof of devotion An imaginary grace caressed in emotion She speaks of things so delicately In words offered quite eloquently She speaks her drops of new creation As if she knows the secrets of imagination (c) May 31, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved