Francis Jammes

A child’s outstretched hand meets the divine—soft light spills over innocence, blurring the line between earthly play and sacred encounter. The scene hums with quiet wonder, as if heaven leans down to whisper.

Children gather in hushed wonder, their small hands reaching toward something unseen. Light spills softly around them, hinting at a presence both tender and vast. The ordinary room feels charged—not with fear, but quiet awe. Their faces tilt upward, as if listening to a voice only they can hear.