What we've not yet taught her

I friend of mine asked me to write about why young children are more in touch with the 'Great Spirit' than adults...he said:

"Zoe's photos definitely reflect this [to me], and perhaps you could
write about this. Not as Mommy, but as objectively as possible - how God
shines through these divine sparks."

(Author's note:
“We” below refers to society)

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Children enter Earth pure and bright

The clearest reflection of the Great Spirit’s light

Approaching the world as we were created to do

A breathless, refreshing experience to view

How is it that such an innocent one

Can so unabashedly seek true fun?

While we who have birthed them, and schooled them and such

We grownups, with that spirit, are rarely in touch

Whether you espouse the First Sin, or some evolutionary span

something perverts the Great Spirit’s plan

rules and restrictions, morés, expectations

we mold them and shape them for certain life stations

Zoë, my offspring, is thriving and growing

Her name, from the Greek, means “life overflowing”

Seeing life through her eyes is a great source of healing

The lessons she teaches me send me reeling

How does she jump into life with both feet?

Exuberance spills over to all she might meet

Some introspection makes the answer quite clear

We’ve not yet taught her how to fear

She runs naked at home; it feels natural and right

Her sturdy body in motion, is perfect, and light

How can she feel so comfy, enjoy without blame?

We’ve not yet taught her to feel shame

Z loves to create, to sing, and to run

To play dress up, drive trucks, and to bask in the sun

She is the animal kingdom; then sells us her toys on credit

We’ve not yet taught her to self-edit

The most honest of language flows from her lips

Even repeating profanity from which our mouths sometimes slips

Her words serve every thought to us, as if on a plate

We’ve not yet taught her to equivocate

She sees clearly the rainbow of hair, skin and eyes

But only like how the grass is green, with blue skis

She naturally absorbs diversity, variety delights her

We’ve not yet taught her to hate the dissimilar

I am grown up, educated and try to do what is “right”

But my spirit is renewed just by watching this sprite

To me, her unfiltered outpouring of love

Most clearly channels the Great Spirit from above