Indigo Children

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The news on TV
is not palatable.
It is dark.
I turn away,
turn off my ears,
and redirect
my mind.

But on this
same screen,
lately,
I have been seeing
children who bring
my poor old
tired heart
to tears.
They display
the most amazing gifts,
other-worldly voices,
angelic faces,
beyond-their-years gifts,
and a grace and aplomb
and assurance

that tell me
they are responding
to the accelerated consciousness
on the planet,
the transformation
that is trying to happen
right now
(hopefully
in time.)

They have come
to show us
we are much more
than we
think we are,
or we have been,
can reach
so much higher,
so much deeper 
than we do.

They show us
what is possible
when we stop
thinking
it is
impossible.

They are demonstrating
the next stage
in the evolution
of human consciousness.

They point the way
to the remaking
- the re-visioning -
of our world
(because before
we can achieve it,
we have to believe it.)

They light the way
with the radiance
of their beings,
the purity of their voices,
the simple offering
of their
amazing gifts,
and
their attunement
to this higher vibration
we sense,
but are too mired
in yesterday
to trust.

They look out
from the screen
with smiling eyes
and old souls
that convince me
there is still
a lot of hope
for this old world.