Sun splashes through stained glass,
makes patterns on upturned faces
that history has not yet scarred.
this gathering of smiles singing,
this innocence of silver notes ascending.
We glimpse hints of tomorrow in their eyes,
a flash and then a quick laugh. We are not ready
for whatever will be.
They sing unaware of life’s stages;
God bless their unquestioning faith.
Middle C has never sounded sweeter.