POETRY
The Teacher of Wonder
for the children of the New Earth
I found them by a quiet hill,
Their laughter light as leaves in air—
A dozen souls with wide-eyed hearts,
Each waiting for someone to care.
They’d never learned the names of things—
The hush of pines, the warbler’s call,
The way a fern can fold its hands,
Or how the stars don’t fall at all.
So there I knelt among the grass,
With heaven’s breath upon my face,
And taught them how the lilies turn
And how the moon still keeps her place.
We walked where rivers ran like glass
And climbed through forests soft with green,
I showed them moss and monarch wings
And all the grace they’d never seen.
And all the while I knew within—
This was not mine to give alone.
For every root and sky-born song
Had come from hands that shaped the stone.
The Master walked beside us there,
Not speaking much, just near and kind—
And oh, what wisdom passed to me
Without a word, from mind to mind.
Now when I teach, I teach with Him—
Each lesson full of joy and light.
We speak of stars, and trees, and time,
And all the children listen right.
No tears remain, no fear or end,
Just open hearts and sacred mirth—
As I become, with childlike soul,
A teacher of God’s New Earth.
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