The Next

When I look into the eyes of our children

I see a wide world of opportunity

Others may tell me that they are dotish* or lazy

but I refuse to tell myself that the future of mankind is anything short of sweet infinity

and that God, surely, does not place darkness in the heart of us all

but rather

gives us a birth of imperfect brilliance

So I look into their eyes and mutter to myself,

"Dear Universe,

Please tell. Does it happen like I hope? Where they each move forward in the world in a one step at a time kind of way, just basking in the glory of you. Sweet Destiny."

So I turn back to my class and say,

"Heaven, my children, it is knocking on our door. Who would like to go for it?"

And I believe

If we just told them how very important they truly are

God, yes God, would come knocking for us all.

Let us take precious care of our children.

For they are God's promise that heaven lies in the future of the next.

*dotish: dialect word meaning ignorant, foolish, stupid (or a combination of the three)*