I saw this man crouching down
to help the child who was reaching up
for what he needed food, or love, or a pathway to truth.
When He looked into the eyes of his helping Friend
the boy saw himself reflected, the helper
did not judge, but with mercy and love, gave service.
The Helper knew the child is himself.
One cannot go forward,
until the suffering of all is resolved.
The Helper remembered his mother’s dry breast.
Still her love had nursed him.
He must return the Grace given to him.
He responded to this reaching human beingquickly
Without have to reason or debate.
His ego aside,no pleasure in rank or social standing
or purity of soul.Are we not all relatives of one family?
The helper in the back gives support.
How clear his motive, he will not be seen,
not be remembered with fondness given to saints and angels
who appear in times of distress………………….
The beings of light will see
and call his name aloud in praise,
but it is of no consequence to him.
He helps the goodness that is life alive.
In service he feels the warm power of love
lifting him above concern for self.
The children of the world are waiting
with their aspirations and yearnings
for the fullness of life locked up with in them.
A baby is rising up out of ignorance.
The others will follow.
The helpers are the healers of the world,
assisting the children setting the present on course
assuring the future will be above the level of primates.
The helpers are men. The central child a boy.
Why? The Men have long been consumed
by the tradition of war. They must stop,
and naked of hierarchy give to the boy children
the light of compassionate love
and by this action change the course of human history.
Above, in the realm of the unseen, the Clear Souls,
are calling aloud the names of the helpers,
aiding them with the power of inspiration and light.
The eagle becomes the dove.
And so it begins, quietly, the gifts of love.
By actions and deeds our world will be healed.