Take us to the safe places,
not free of danger necessarily,
but void of triggers…
those spaces where scabs
fall off, not scrape off.
Show us how to play,
how to get absorbed
like a child on the floor,
Let us not worry about
how we’re gonna get up.
Help us to trust again,
fearless of reaction,
boundless in hope.
For a long moment
let us reach You.
Gerald the Writer 
The beauty of childlike faith. I think that’s one benefit of being blessed with grandchildren.
I hope to have that benefit some day!
The Divine holds us close
yes…oh to trust