The Child Within

I remember a woolly red mitten
Its fuzz reaching out to the wind
Catching silver-white snowflakes in passing
As I pondered a snowball within

I remember the roundness of raindrops
Worlds of color and filled with bright lights
Adorning a bush of White Lilacs
As they fell with such grace from their heights

I remember a jewelry store window
A showcase of sparkling gems
Enhanced by a soft sheen of black velvet
And the glow of smooth silver beside them

I remember the brilliance of ice
As it gave itself to the sun
Like firey silver-white ribbons
As it flowed in a musical run

There is life within each bit of sparkle
There is sparkle in each child's eyes
To lose sight of the truth of our oneness
Is to dwell in a rude world of lies

The fire of each sparkle, glinting
Is the spirit that is me and you
In a spectrum of Eternal Life's color
With tones of Divine notes, we move
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*At the end of a day, when my young sons were sleeping, I wrote this... in 1987 -RLR