Children come into this world as a gift
from the great mystery we call life. They have arrived from the place
of all knowing and we call them our elders. They are messengers of hope
and renewal. They arrive with the blueprint of our ancestors wisdom.
It matters not the condition of their sex or body for all children are
made of love and come to love you. We work for the benefit to give our
children what was hardship in our experience to make life better for them.
This is the unconditional reflex built into the heart of us parents. For
those not able to understand what the needs of children are we must look
inward to our inner child. The voice of the child is a surviving voice
and often a starving voice. Some say it is the higher voice or the still
small voice within. The childs voice is barely audible today but
it is there. It is often found in the wilderness and in nature. When I
was a child I pressed my face to the grass and became a worker ant. I
breathed into the earth and her body was my mother. I could trust the
stability of a tree trunk as I climbed to have the vision from a bird
eye view. When I tasted the fruit of our backyard apricot tree I thanked
her. For this was easier then asking for money and going to the store.
I was a lucky child unlike those children who hang from their mothers
arms with half glazed eyes upon a fruitless landscape. I have seen runny
nosed children jumping for a peso strumming a tiny guitar and what about
those mother and fatherless children finding a way through the heavens
gate we call Earth desperate for loving arms. Did you not know they are
our wisdom keepers our society's salvation?