In the meanwhile I found this in a book of Celtic Prayer
Lifted high
A little child ran across the street, runny nosed, a bit scruffy,tripping over almost. She ran towards a man whose arms were opened wide to welcome her.
"Give us a swing Jesus " she said and she felt herself lifted high and she saw the street and the sky whirling around her, ablaze with colour, like a mixed up rainbow.
She was laughing then, excited, free, gasping for breath.
"Enough," she said and she felt herself slowing down, relaxing, safe as Jesus held her in his arms and smiled.
Unless we become like little children
Unless we risk that joy
Unless we run and ask and let ourselves
Be lifted high
We are never going to enter the Kingdom of God.
Wonderful.
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