little child

forlorn, forlorn
you are seated in a
spring of woebegone
a spring of wanting more
you do not know what you ask for

little child with your hopes alight
be prepared for the worst but hope for the best
you fall between desire to give it up
and the reluctance to fight

you are spending your days in ache
in love of the deepest sadness
without release, without release

but let me tell you the wheat field is greater
the sunset is stronger
fall back upon what you love
and everyone else will follow

don't ask to be loved,
just be your own little self
everyone else will follow, little child
the soft fall of your words will entice
and he will be blessed
to call your breast a bed

He will love you, I promise you this
and the only one who could break it
would be you and your forcing
have faith in the seasons,
they will mark the way you will fall in love
let go of the control you so cling to
the love you find will be stronger
the love will be greater

so my dearest child,
with fear in your heart,
"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."