The Bliss of Childhood

I have spent the afternoon contemplating the beauty of childhood.  The simple nature of it all. 

Here is a poem I found that sums up my envy of the young among us....

                                        CHILDHOOD

                       How I could see through and through you!
                         So unconscious, tender, kind,
                             More than ever was known to you,
                                   Of the pure ways of your mind.

                         We who long to rest from strife,
                             Labour sternly as a duty,
                                But a magic in your life,
                                     Charms, unknowing of its beauty.

                           We are pools whose depths are told,
                                You are like a mystic fountain,
                                    Issuing ever pure and cold,
                                          From the hollows of the mountain.

                             We are men by anguish taught,
                                 To distinguish false from true;
                                    Higher wisdom we have not;
                                          But a joy within guides you.

--George William Russell


I have always felt blessed with children of substance... I sometimes can't believe they are mine!