You don’t have to pretend to be alive…

You don’t have to pretend to be alive…
Pretend to be kind…
You don’t need to pretend to know where you are going…
All you have to do is to step forward into the moonlight.

This is both easier and harder than it seems…
Always between laughter and worry…
Given from a life much older than you…
The one who will take you home, when your journey is through.

Few pay attention to life, yet always the children…
After all, it is just a kingdom of air…
All with an echo of Her face…
All with an underlying grace.

Life is the pure language of this world…
It is the softness of a baby’s hands…
It holds so many colors without deception…
It has no thoughts of pretension.

So why pretend?
Inside yourself is an eternal well…
Yes, the shoes you have been given are a little too big for your feet…
But you have a lifetime to grow.

I love you,

Annie