Hold the hand of the child that lives in your soul. For this child, nothing is impossible
Paul Coelho
Child of Light lit the candles
For my children to bring,
To the Place of all Healing
Where they sat in a ring
Wounded Child sat there feeling
And telling her pain,
In the safe space created
Again and again
Her task was not easy
She hid far away,
But Light Child’s true spirit
Guided her all the way
Wounded Child, she’s a hero
She deserves so much love,
And there’s love now to give her
From me and Above!
She feels safe now
She’s speaking, and tells me what’s wrong,
And I hold her, and love her
Like I should all along
Beyond Dreaming 