The Second Childhood
There’s nothing like the world; when young;
the world, itself, seems young and new;
out of emptiness; a new reality has become;
its images slowly become in view.
Both birth and death are seasonal transitions;
involving the soul’s ebb and flow;
acting as tho they are life’s intermissions;
experience allows life to grow.
We all face a panoply of confusing choices;
the whirlwind of life; takes our breath;
as children; we listen to a myriad of voices;
as we grow old, our dreams are of death.
Many consider death as the end of life;
so they prepare for the transition;
comforted by thoughts of an end to strife;
awaiting life’s juxtaposition.
When we are old; we again need protection;
we’ve learned, we reap what we sow;
we lose memories and our sense of direction;
needing help to just come and go.
Innocence means, that we don’t understand;
guilt is the stain on what’s good;
guilt was erased by the Master’s command;
granting us a second childhood.
We, once again, become a wide eyed child;
re-entering the Master’s womb;
becoming reborn in the garden; we defiled;
when God empties the tomb.
Monty 1.19.26. # 3,155