Playground by David Park

Playground David Park In the spheres the playgrounds are alive!Excitement pours forth in laughter and tears. What’s now and what’s nextis felt as the vibrations ripple through the air. Rising up through the trees to echo down the fading memory of childhood. In our time, this ever achingly brief blink, as of a child’s tear filled eye,we kneel to honor these moments. To honor the child, the Mother andthe Father. We, in our capacity to hold open our hearts, call forth blessings not bestowed on us. The singularity of eternity expands in the presence of our presence. Fear and sadness let loose, anger and pain softened. We rise to our next kneeling. Holding fast and fleetingly to unheard hymns. To the faintness of spirit gesturing us on towards sleep. We soften. We drink from the deep waters of our resiliency that is finding its way into parts of our healing. And, we sleep and dream in the spheres of our own playground. In the echoes of laughterMore from David Park ↓This poem is inspired by David’s years at Play Mountain Place, where children are free to learn