The Wisdom of a Child

While visiting my 8-year-old grandchild, I noticed a poem taped to the wall of her bedroom, one she had written herself after reading The Secret Garden.  I was so impressed by its depth that I asked if I could copy it:

The Garden

King of earth, love to God.

The garden grows with trust.

King of all, beauty too grows.

The garden is trusted in Him,

for beauty goes in Him.

It is amazing to me how God reveals Himself even --- maybe, especially--- to little children.  My granddaughter told me that when the sun shines through the clouds, with rays coming down to earth, it seems to say that God is here, is with us.  I wonder how many adults have kept the heart and wisdom of a child.