The Coming Times
The Children
Scribe
    I see that popular depiction of the globe
    With a string of children of varied colors and ethnicities and
    styles of dress
    Encircling the globe
Queen of Heaven
    And what do you interpret this to mean?
Scribe
    You are praying for Earth’s children, Mother
    You are praying for humanity
Queen of Heaven
    That is correct
    I am praying for humanity
    And you are correct
    I am specifically focused today on humanity’s children

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Scribe
    I see your heart weeping for the children
    For truly they are being born into a world darker
    Than the one their parents were born into

    And you are praying, Mother
    You are praying for these children
    You are both praying that the darkness lightens
    And you are praying that the children receive the graces they
    will need to cope with the ever-growing darkness
Queen of Heaven
    Good, continue
Scribe
    And I see children laughing, running, tumbling about in joy
    Children being children
Queen of Heaven
    Good, continue
Scribe
    And now I see children with automatic rifles strapped across
    their front.  Their faces somber
Queen of Heaven
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Scribe
    And now I see children living without their parents
    Living as adults
    Trying to eke out a living for themselves in this world of adults
    Children burdened with the responsibility
    Of caring and providing for their younger brothers and sisters
Queen of Heaven
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Scribe
    And now I see children running
    Trying to keep up with their parents
    As they run, run, run
    From their country of origin’s natural disaster and man-made
    war to a place of refuge
    I see the children’s fear; the child’s lack of comprehension
    As he runs, runs, runs
Queen of Heaven
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Scribe
    I see children well dressed and prosperous
    Living behind iron gates
    They are guarded at all times
    Their chauffer drives them to each destination
    Each destination also bordered by iron gates
    I see that these children are supervised and guarded by adults
    By bodyguards, by chauffeurs, by their nannies
    At each second
    They are never left alone for a second
    There is always an official handoff of the child
    From one adult to the next adult responsible for the child’s
    care and security
    Always!
Queen of Heaven
    Continue
Scribe
    I see children, both boys and girls, being sold by their parents
    Into sexual bondage
Queen of Heaven
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Scribe
    And I see children working in the fields
    From sunup to sundown they work
    As though they were adults they work

    And Mother, all these children I have been speaking about
    They are as young as six years old
Queen of Heaven
    Yes dear one
    They are that young and younger still

    And my darling, what do you make of all this
Scribe
    Mother what can I say

    Shame on us
    Shame on us
    Shame on us

    Surely we as a people can do better for our children
    Surely we can

    I am horrified and I am ashamed
    And I feel part of the collective guilt of humanity
    For how it treats its own children
Queen of Heaven
    Yes darling, for it is humanity’s choice is it not
    Humanity is so choosing to treat its children

    In full knowledge and in willfulness
    Humanity is so choosing to treat its own children

    And yes humanity is in denial, in denial, in denial

    It chooses, deliberately chooses denial
    Over recreating their reality anew

    Creating a reality that properly cares for all of the world’s
    children

    And this their sin toward their children
    Will be held against them

    It will be held against them
    It will be held against them

    That is all for now
    Adieu!

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