Tall Grass

Dressed for a social outing, the children found the tall grass so beautiful.  Others might call it weeds, or simply some grain.  But a child can see purpose in the random, and can see beauty in things others ignore.  There is a perfection and glory in what they see.  They see God's hand in the core.  Every thing they know, every thing they see, comes from a place adults forget, a sin they can never repent, knowledge and wisdom for us all, has a cost far too great to portent. 

Youth is not wasted upon the young.  Innocence is lost in adults who are forced to know dark truth.  And it starts when you are but one, against all others.