Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

They say children will grow. Once when Christmas cookies all decked in red and green are made and baked. Eyes full of joy, twelve if you are counting, will break an egg, then pour the flour and knead the butter as if they have learnt to see with their mouths full of joy. Then they will rise, one by one they will wait and watch the cookies rise, watch time rise, for a feast only joyful minds rise to guide the flow of lives fully rooted in grace.

This joy this children bring will never find minds half full. Rather it will endlessly give you rest. Their joy full will generously make your rest full, with an ease that leaves your hands and gaze in a color full of memories that linger as they uncover a depth full of a self unknown to you where darkness once hid. But their joy so loud and full leads to the beginning of an eternity so great, so full of grace. What power lay hidden in these eyes that grow in a season so joyful. Find your season of joy, your reason to rest, beginning with eyes that greet you always in love so full.