Too many people grow up.

That's the real trouble
with the world,
too many people grow up.

They don't remember what it's like
to be 12 years old.

They patronize;
they treat children as inferiors.

Well I won't do that.
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Parenting and nurturing are so much more
than just providing shelter, food and clothing.    
Raising a child from a sense of duty - cheats the child.
Children are only to be raised through love.

  Don't Trust, Don't Feel,
  Don't Touch, Don't Talk,
  Don't get involved;
the 'rule' of an alienated
dysfunctional culture.

To damage a child
is perhaps the most unspeakable
and unforgivable
crime/sin of all.

You cannot catch
a child's spirit by running after it;
you must stand still
and for love
it will soon itself return.
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We pray for the children

who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.

And we pray for those
who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who can't bound down the street
in a new pair of sneakers,

who never
"counted potatoes,"
who never go to the circus,
who live in an X-rated world.

In the ‘other’ real world,
life is harsh, very harsh;
especially for the children.

We pray for children
who bring us sticky kisses
and fistfuls of dandelions,
who hug us in a hurry
and forget their lunch money.

And we pray for those
who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
                                            On average, Canadian households
                                            throw out over $800.00 worth of
                                            food every year.
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.

                                           Remaining blind and deaf
                                           to that other very real world
                                           so many children
                                           are condemned to live in, may be
                                          a sign of wilful selfish people
                                          absorbed in instant self-gratification.

We pray for children
who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store

and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed,

who never rinse out the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,

who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church
and scream in the phone,

whose tears we sometimes laugh at, and
whose smiles
can make us cry.

And we pray for those
whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,

who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,

who go to bed hungry
and cry themselves to sleep,

who live and move,
but
have no being.

                                                   This kind of real life is
                                                   stark and harsh.
                                                   They don’t only live
                                                   in the Sudan and
                                                   other far-away places;
                                                   but also often right around
                                                   the corner,
                                                   down the street,
                                                        or across town.

We pray for children
who want to be carried
and for those who must;
who we never give up on
and for those
who don't get a second chance.

The damaged children of this real world
(who survive) will be tomorrow’s
“Wounded Adult Children”
of which there are
too many already.

For those we smother and . . .
for those
who will grab the hand of anybody
kind enough to offer it.
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The ‘rule’ in foreign countries
is for foreigners to not intervene
regardless what they see,
   hear or witness.
           The child didn’t eat.
                   The vulture did.
When you're up to your neck in alligators, it's easy to forget that
your initial job was to drain the swamp.

In the daily tasks of life,
when you've gotten utterly immersed
in the secondary routines of your life,
and its unexpected tangential subtasks,
it is easy to lose sight of the most important things of life,
and your initial objectives in life.

Let us not ever lose sight of the truly important things in life . . .

thus . . . .
Acknowledgements:
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* From,
"One!The Journey hOMe", the eBook  by Klaas Tuinman MA, ©2007-17
[1]
-Prayer For The Children ~Ina Hughs, Reporter for the Knoxville News, Author
of the book:  
“A Prayer For Children”
[2] ~Walt Disney
[3] ~Arthur Miller
[4] ~Jesus the Nazarene
Note:  Graphic of Child and Vulture was taken by Kevin Carter   in the Sudan, 1993;
it won him a Pulitzer Prize.
Prayer For The Children
Give a child a chance;
love one
- today

We are not foreigners
living in a foreign land.
What ‘rule’ are we following
when we don’t intervene?

Inasmuch as you did this for one of
the least of these my children,
you did it for Me.
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