But A Child… Poem by Bill Galvin

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)