Our Kingdom - Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald
To a man a child is a child,
It lives, it breathes, and it dies,
It does not conquer,
It does not change,
It simply is.
To a woman a child is a gift,
It gives spirit to the drained,
It gives life to the slumber,
It does not take pride,
It does not feel hate.
To the saint a child is a hope,
It does great things without fault,
It creates harmony to discord,
It brings peace to the damned,
It is love in a pure form.
To the child he gives life,
It lives with its choices,
It can be barren or bare fruit,
It can be right and wrong,
It can be king or kingdom.
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