Children are the hands
in which we take hold of
our purest love.
We walk beside them,
not to lead, not to decide
the way,
but to stay present as their
path unfolds.
We trust their truth,
the light that rises from
within them.
Each spirit finds its way
in its own time.
They are not ours to mould.
They are not ours to own.
As life unfolds,
we are the guiding hands.
Not shaping their hearts to fit
our broken parts,
but holding space so they may grow.
We hold them without binding,
shelter without enclosing them.
Hand in hand, they show us the way.
Children are the hands we hold
to remember how to love,
how to grow,
and how to
let go.
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We walk beside them,
We trust their truth,
we are the guiding hands
holding space so they may grow.
Children are the hands we hold
to remember how to love,
how to grow,
and how to
let go.