Where Did It Go?

It was there when you were born. You could see it in the light; how it falls across everything, hiding nothing. An ornament hanging on a first Christmas tree. Splashes of color on a first experience of art.

The first Sunday Mass, after meeting you, the sly smile given after the body of Christ.

Did it run and hide from the stench of mans inhumanities to fellow man? Overloaded senses from media bombardment of Me, Me, Me? Is it shamed, tired of ruthless exposure of that which is between two?

The 3 days pain; for that first bologna loaf in the bassinet.

Squeals of excitement, brought on from unexpected discovery, for what is coming. Wide, saucer like eyes, (giving Bambi a run for the money) focusing on the new, the wonder, the rush. Surprise flowers, never knowing when they will come, or why.

Drying tears. Calming, soothing words.

Really waiting, for all time, for the roots to strengthen, the tree to bear, the shade to come. Protection. Protection from the elements, natural, less horrible than manmade. Look; the biggest word in the 'Dick and Jane books', really seeing with your own eyes that beauty we have all around.

Knowing they grow up, knowing only wanting for the best.

In silence, will it return? Will it decide that the best answer is sometimes - silence? Faith in knowing it will. Guarding that which is dear, that riches cannot acquire. Burning inside, willing to impart all that has been seen, all that has been in error. Not wanting a repeat. Be able to detour from the problems thrown across the path of life.

It is there.

Somewhere.

Hiding in the breeze, possibly in the sea.

That budding flower? Perhaps.

It is there.

Because We will believe in it.

No war, attack, extreme bigotry will prevail.

Because everyday starts anew.

Innocence.

Aloha.