Guiding Grace

I am the child’s joy

The child’s golden hammer

I am the wind the blows in their sky

Come down sweet child, you’ve gone too far

What leaves you a scar?

Was it what I said would bring you harm?

The child in me

Tears silent

“Bottle it up and never let them know”

May I be your wind so you know where to go

Laugh as loud as your eyes shine bright

It okay sweet child we all loose sight