CHILD IN YOU HEAVEN

The restrictions on title length (and tweets) are making me a truncated shot. I love that rules of grammar are mere consensus. What is 'word', therefore? Voice, tone, expression? Tears? Song? I was thinking on the tragic glance of a teen. A smile through tears with sun snapping rays criss-cross across face and street. Kids bring the pure to the fore, till it discovers its own right to hate. But there is a zone - a short zone - where a child stands pure where darkness has betrayed her.
 
Yes, she still smiles and loves her Hater. That moment right there is Christ. And it is here that Jesus speaks to the child in you and me:
 
'...I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.' (Matthew 18:3)
 
Jesus, the pure of pure, walked against the rush and essence and quintessence of darkness, with love. Here he broke the very sting of death (1 Cor 15:55), and crushed hell.
 
I think the smile of the hurt child - in you still - is the brightest light and reflector of the crucifixion. Jesus, hold us now.