heavenly Father,

we bowed our heads in prayer for those younger than we.
i say we, but what i really mean is they.
for up on the stage, my eyes [&attention] were drawn towards a child, backwards facing, peering into the belly of the open piano.
another one approaches, wearing a dress, the colour of red wine.
she, too, is intrigued by the guts of the Baldwin.
&while the curious skins are exploring, I cannot help keeping myself from smiling.
won`t this be what all the angels are conversing about?
"we love You. amen."