Saturday, April 2, 2011

CHILDREN: A Poem

Dip yourself into a pool of holy water but that will not wash away your original sin…
For it was never there to begin with…
Because all babies are divine and not one of them is dark.
Whether brown, cinnamon, golden bronze, cocoa colored or even vanilla cream,
None of them belong to Satan and will never be birthed through the canal of a woman’s river stream…

Only pearls carved out of heaven are allowed to enter earth through the gateway of a lady's essence…

Pure… innocent… guiltless …
Babies are full of endless…
Possibilities
Like empty vessels, unblocked by tainted thoughts of sexism, class, racist thoughts and bigotry, babies are clean with crystal clear energy, excited about embarking on this three dimensional journey...
with fresh ideas which originated from up above

Fore they were handcraft made by the sorcerer of miracles and universal love…
Which is more powerful than anything that the oceans depth or the earth’s crust can ever imagine or think of…

So yes, that’s right, a child’s future is absolutely limitless…
Don’t you believe?
Just look at where we really come from…

Fore children have the ability to pave a new way of life, so long as their parents don’t inject them with fear and worry by brainwashing their mind.

And even if you did have a crystal ball, who are you to lock balls and chains around the membranes of their mentality, placing shackles on their little booties so they can’t grow up to stand on their own two feet – spiritually – like the God’s and Goddesses of their supernatural family tree...

Don't you see the glory? Your children are offspring's of the most-high Kings and Queens.

Now let’s go back before the child became five or six,
Back when they were just a newborn drip
Of the universe flowing into physical existence…
Just starting to form facial features, not telling which parent they’d really take after.
When one parent held the little jewel in his arms and said, “My child is going to become a God fearing Christian…
A Lawyer or a Doctor.”

That may be fine and dandy but please remember that…AGAIN… I repeat…
A child’s future has no limitations
None whatsoever…
Except for what some lost souls may try to give them,
beating it into their heads that they shouldn’t dream because the odds of making it are against them
But more so because they are afraid
of what people will say when their child fly's away, spreading its wings through courageous transformation...

By breaking traditions, rebelling against the masses because they are natural born leaders walking through the face of danger...
All for a bunch of strangers because their love is greater than the sum of its immediate relatives, cultural distinctions and political positions...

Where some adults judge a book by its cover by viewing only surface illusions, these tiny old souls see, feel, and know *spirit*

Don't confuse them...

These children can spread a message by teaching *new* lessons, becoming the Dr. Martin Luther King’s, Gandhi’s, Oprah Winfrey’s and John Lennon’s…

Can you imagine???

A child telling you, “I wasn’t born to live a mundane existence!”

Yes, because some babies grow up and actually never forget what their life mission is, yearning to leave their footprints on earth as hero’s and legends…
Because they are in fact star children who live with purpose, passion, drive and ammunition…

Once again, let me remind you, feed you more than just a spoon, give you a dose of medicine to heal any of your own inner child’s wounds…

So here it goes, I’m about to tell you the truth…

When one door closes another one opens so when you say goodbye to a loved one who has seen the light, in no time shortly another angel in space is ready to take flight, to travel down the rabbit whole and pop up into your life…
But whether this child comes through your body or someone else’s is irrelevant,
Fore children are like the butterfly effect and we are all connected.

Written by Jasmine Clemente

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