This is my Child

View on the way to Saltspring Island

On the bus

Crowded

Sour faces

Tiredness

Ankle aching

Suddenly

A voice

Quiet yet ecstatically joyful

Says

"This is my Child"

A rising bubble of emotion

Envelops

Spirals

Swirls

Into a soft smile

Gratitude

Yes!

THIS

This moment

With ALL its peculiarities

With ALL the discomforts

Every single thing

Every single sense

With ALL its imperfections

Is my Child!

I breathe

Yes

Everything changes

Such peace

Such love

My Child

A transforming tear

Appears 

Clear and cleansing

And then

Such a JOY!!

No crowdedness

No sourness

No aching

Can take THIS from me!

For this is the Child that I have been given

I can only love its imperfections

For where is the Perfect Child?

 A seat shows itself

I sit

Aaaah...

Someone smiles

Ohhh...

And I chuckle to myself

Knowing we are One

On that bus

And the Soothingness

That Silver Ocean of Motherly Love

Strokes my Being

And I close my eyes

For I am also the Child

On the bus.