Friday, September 7, 2007

Children


Smell spice withered and frail
In a cottage along a creek

Tea leaves drown and oil lamps
Blaze as Heaven’s fiery peak

Young ones hear old tales
Of the Arabian and Greek

Soft and silly wonder
Not dancers, smooth and sleek

Only playful souls that shout with joy
Only the faithful, firm, and meek

When shall we learn their lesson?
When is the wisdom gained?

To place a seal of solid doubt
Whenever we feel stained

Or dash the thoughts of beauty
Convinced this life is pained

To look on children, small and glad
With our pools of judgment drained

Then, only then will we be embraced
And our shackles be unchained

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