Faith like a child

Sometimes
experience
dilutes our faith
poisons the fountain of youth
from which the purest emotions flow.
Like a child's view of a parent
nothing is wrong
they are perfect
until life
until experience
teaches you otherwise.

Can we ever return to purity?
To the hopeless, unchanging, unwavering, unjudging, unfazed love
of our youth?
No.
Maybe.
I don't know.
But if I am to enter the kingdom
like a child
I'd better let
my cynicism
skepticism
judgmentalism
and capitalism
die.
and open my eyes wide
to the constant miracles surrounding me.