A Petulant Child
Life is a never ending ebb and flow;
presenting itself in stages;
childishness seems to come and go;
as each life turns its pages.
It’s understandable; when we’re young;
for a child is our true identity;
when we get older; we then become;
a petulant child of divinity.
To the Master; that’s all we’ve ever been;
we lack wisdom and understanding;
as heaven’s prodigals we dabbled in sin;
with knowledge slowly expanding.
Though created in heaven’s perfection;
mere children is all that we were;
we replaced love, with our rejection;
demonstrating whom we prefer.
Sent down to earth; God’s playpen of life;
I remained, quarrelsome and wild
dealing with the idiosyncrasies of strife;
I still remained a petulant child.
Slowly, but surely, I’ve grown wiser;
not knowing what will ensue;
no longer am I that greedy miser;
in death; I will be made new.
Today, I remain reckless and wild;
my future; I’ve yet to view;
to God; I’m still that petulant child;
and so, my dear one, are you.
Monty 12.5.25. # 3,093