You may have a perfect stare

But if you worry over every strand of hair

You’ll never have a smile 

If your desire to be recognized 

Drives your heart to the place called pride 

You will find nothing good resides there

Let your heart in the driver’s seat

Then the ride to quiet truth will be your destiny 

Something miraculous abides all along the way to that place

Your true face

Your enduring innocence 

The child within

And the keys to enter in

To the loving gates of heaven 

-jenn