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They love us back because
we first
loved them.
They know they're safe because
we first
protected them.
They know they belong because
we first
belonged to them.
We know they love and are
awed by us
when from the floor far, far below
They raise their arms up
to us in silence,
opening and closing their tiny hands,
They want to be picked up
to see the view
from where we stand and to feel our
heart beat too.
We know they couldn't possibly
love us
more, and would never settle for less,
When they look into our
face, the prize
of our souls, the main focus for their
searching eyes.
And we know they want nothing
more
than us, when after moments of shifting
and settling too, they finally rest
Their head upon our shoulder,
and breathe
in and out, their face fast pressed.
1 John 4:19 |
