This morning I was greeted by an email from a friend in Australia with this beautiful picture.She also included a poem by Rumi…

The Way Things Should

What will
our children do in the morning?

Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,
the way wings
should?

Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gathered
the strength from the planets that all
men and women need to balance
the wonderful charms of
the earth

so that her power and beauty does not make us forget our own?

I know all about the ways of the heart – how it wants to be alive.

Love so needs to love
that it will endure almost anything, even abuse,
just to flicker for a moment. But the sky’s mouth is kind,
its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.

What will our children do in the morning
if they do not see us
fly?

My response to this was immediate as it was such a moment in which the words just began to flow as if they were the water dripping from the feathers of the rising bird seeing his reflection.

Rising from the waters our hearts sink
until the beating of our wings lift us up
there in flight we move into soaring

Observing from horizon to horizon
seeking again becomes the passion
which makes the heart sing love songs

It is Morning and We Are the Children
cRb 4.14.16

Have a Blessed Day  and allow your inner child to come out and play!