Lord...it's me again

dreaming

of being a child

again,

of laughing,

loving,

of giggling,

goofing off again.

Sometimes I forget

what it was like

to do what I like

when I like

to do it.

So I dream

of when you opened your arms

and blessed the child

and reminded me

of what I am called to be

again.

I dream

of a world

where we laugh at our mistakes

and smile at our stupidities

and where enemies last for no more than an hour

and in the morning are best of friends

again.

I dream

of becoming a child

again,

of entering the Kingdom of Heaven

again.