It is sometimes that simple

When the fear grips me, the anxiety and panic washes over me like a wave... no a tsunami, I frantically search. Where, where, where... there must be at least one, just one...

And finally contact!

The eyes of a child; the clear, innocent, brilliant eyes of a child allowing me to calm, to regain what is left of my control to step out of the then and back into the "here and now".

All it takes is a glance, a smile, and I know there is still hope in the world, still happiness, still unconditional love passed from one person to another. There is no animosity, no hate or fierce anger only trust, delight. The ability to see the world with full wonder and amazement whether it is peering upon a clothing rack full of colors that have yet to be discovered, a sound or a smell that is new, a persons face not yet looked upon... this is bliss, this is grace and often times my saving grace, the purity that pulls me back to where and when I am, not the hell that once was.

I know God exists, for without an entity of love and hope these children would not be here. And many times without them I'm not sure I still would be. I thank the maker for children and their magically joyous eyes.

Fenix 2

This is not literature, this is not art, these are my feelings and thoughts... feel with me, love with me, hope with me...Peace.