A poem:
The Child Within, a gift therein,
has been since The Beginning of our time-
before you, we, us became an I.
The Child’s Eyes Sees far and wide-
if you Let It Be your guide, it’s wise sunshine
will make you smile.
For The Child is both old and young,
a true champion that can make you Feel, instantly
revitalised and undone.
So if Your Child Inside lies wounded, denied, buried
in a shame that binds, heal its pain and regain re-cognition
through its Wonder- Filled Fountain of Youth-
Patiently awaiting You.
For you cannot enter into Self-Love’s glorious kingdom
until You first Come To Be as little children…
That is why deh mans dem so vex,
that A Gift so Heaven Sent, weren’t taught
to love and respect itself,
and as some wise soul once said,
“Hate yourself in the morning of your life
and by noon time, you’ll be hating everyone else.”
So, who God Bless, let no man curse-
and God Most Definitely Blessed, The Child,
so let us learn to Do and Be, Likewise.
Insperience, 2004
Peace & Love,
Light…