We begin as a child from position curled,
For to await the responses of this world;
To trust in powers not of our control;
And to hope for outcomes good for our soul.
I am still but a child in so many ways…
For the disquiet of my loneliest days;
For the lessons that are still to be learned;
For the smiles and laughter still to be earned;
For the impatience yet to be resolved;
For the distractions yet to be dissolved;
For the goodliness to far outweigh the bad;
For the scales to aright from somber to glad.
I am but a child with skies not flown;
With seeds of Spirit still to be sown;
With more Love of Light still to be known;
With more Light of God still to be shown.
6-30-2016 (Austin, TX)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely bit of writing in Austin, Texas (lived there for five years...) . Your poem speaks to me of the idea that at our essence, we remain that child we were when we first started here. I agree. It seems the longer I'm here, the more I have to learn, to hope for, to strive for. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, Pamela... you get it entirely... I'm not religious, but am spiritual... and believe we can keep on learning till the end; if we choose.