the voice

trust,
trust everything,
says a voice inside,
every little thing
that comes your way,
for they are messengers
for you my child,
of a world to be born,
as you walk on today;
so open your eyes
to the glint of the light,
that guides you
through the dark and glare;
hold your face up
to the daunting wind,
who pushes on you
only so you can feel your spine
as you move along with care;
then touch your heart
with the palm of your hand,
to feel it open and sing,
as it leads you on
through the eyes of a child,
to see a new world
born everyday,
within.