There are times when life overwhelms us.
We talk and try to resolve our problems.
We seek the All Mighty's Mercy.
From the helpless we ask, they deem us crazy.

We run around in circles to the point of dejavue.
When we finish the round we start over again.
While sitting watching closely, a child wants to
be wooed.
We have no time for childish things worry is in
our brain.

Gentle tugs we most surely ignore.
While the little one is waiting to adore.
Some times the little tugs free us from our
entangled world.
In the huge eyes our worries dissolve into a smile
unfurled.

Longingly the child invites to be embraced.
We of instinct respond as though we are giving.
If a child is Heaven sent, then we are not giving
but receiving.
It is a child's hug that permeates our soul and
thus we are graced.