We’ve been told to raise up a child,
in a way pleasing to the Master;
implying, on their own, each are wild;
and in need of a personal pastor.
Some have taken it almost a threat;
if anything’s wrong; they’re to blame;
leaving many parents, living in regret;
and others, swimming in shame.
The Master didn’t create a world of adults;
to him, each of us will remain a child;
all children face a myriad of life’s assaults;
in one way or another, each is wild.
We’ve heard the story of the prodigal son;
who rebelled against what he was taught;
he left his father, with life just begun;
while his brother, did all that he ought.
By definition, life itself, is God’s image;
in the shadow of his Light, it resides;
and, all within it, is a part of his lineage;
wherein all of his love, abides.
For, just as you love any daughter or son;
no matter whatever they’ve done or do;
the Master has created us all to be one;
including all children who are part of you.
To the Master, we are prodigals, everyone;
and God has sent each on a separate path;
for there is much to be taught, and done;
all life is given out of love; not wrath.