winds of despair wrap around dreams like dust devils swirling around god’s light but when the winds subside the light spreads through the sands of time reaching every corner of fear and we can still hear the laughter of children at play ignoring the grown-ups’ foolish games of war
yes we can. I like that about life and the mind…. the ultimate choice of experience…the intention to exist in a world where laughter is the loudest noise
Read Between the Minds 
Thank God for kids! their innocent hearts encourage the bitter hearts to love the world
“ignoring the grown-ups foolish game of wars”- very realistic. and true.
If only it was the other way around.
True, children will always play. Love your photo!
Hopes, dreams, and memories are part of what sustains us. Love the pic, remember those blocks
and the children shall lead them Isaiah 11:6, love this Charles.
“When the winds subside the light spreads through the sands of time”… we forget who we are…
A delightful reading, thanks.
Too bad we have to grow up. Have a nice night. 🙂
Heart-warming.
But who’s playing dice with the nursery blocks?
Who’s moving the scooter girl from street to street,
buying up all the hotels, taking chances?
As always Charles- Great poetry
yes we can. I like that about life and the mind…. the ultimate choice of experience…the intention to exist in a world where laughter is the loudest noise
Much to learn from the laughter and play of children, much. Thank you.
Still love this one, there is such hope in the love and laughter of children