I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children.

i painted with the children on my hands and knees.

green grass.

i sang with them my songs and saw the hope spring up in their flashing eyes and bouncing bodies.

it made me smile and warmed my heart. 

I had long forgotten the pleasure of cookies and juice and Jesus stories.

a communion of sorts.

and i welcomed into their midst as an equal celebrating the mystery

in this simple yet poignant way.

just as a child.