Children Poem by Chris Jibero

Unencumbered world theirs is
Given just to the basics of life
Not bent on having theirs
With that which belongs to others
As many adults are wont to do
But ever willing to share every morsel handy
Being aware that the greedy
Belittle their all-sufficient Creator

Innovative and creative at play
Passionate and pleasant songbirds
Grace and gusto in agreement
On dance floor
Soulful in rejoicing and pain
Peace and tranquility at rest
Open like the palms in display
At worship
Cry is their heart-cleansing exercise
That frees them from the branded poison
Called anxiety or stress

Diamond hearts untainted
Angels undefiled
Like a fresh spring at dawn
Seen by an early bird
Inviting all to come assuage their taste

Epitome of grace
Unmindful of worldly worries
More joyful than two rivers
In a long-awaited consummative intercourse

The heart of God
Hardly appreciated
Being paid inadequate attention
But carelessly stoked with mundane matters
That systematically assimilate them
In their immaculate innocence
And eventually releases to the world
A few adolescent saints and numerous villains
Would-be adults to take over their parents'
Mushy mantles in the protracted war
Of attrition for the soul of the world.

(C) Chris Jibero.2008.