Spoken for Them

I love this. I wish I could express thoughts like this, but I just love the way he has spoken for the heart of a child. Like Jewel sings in her song Hands: “Where there’s a man that has no voice, there I shall go singing.”

We are your children. Out of the infinite we have come to you, and through you. We are the old, yet ever new, miracle of incarnation. Give us a chance to grow, within the warmth of your unfailing love, into souls sensitive to beauty, hearts open to love and hungry for the imperishable values of life. Do not shrink & wither us with fear, but quicken with faith the springs of courage within us. Enter with us, through the gates of wonder, into the wider perspectives of the morrow. Accept us, as we grow, into a fellowship of mutual respect & shared responsibilities, that we, in our turn, may be worthy fathers & mothers of the coming generation.

–W. Waldemar W. Argow