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My second son, Jeff, wrote a poem in high school a few years ago about which I had forgotten, until my mother e-mailed it to me and my siblings yesterday. We talk a lot here about leaving behind childish views and, as Hawkgirl says, becoming “adults of God” – but this poem is a reminder to me that part of spiritual maturity is regaining a bit of the unobstructed wonder and acceptance of childhood we almost always lose when we move into a world that demands more than just a bit of cynicism and self-protection. I really like the examples Jeff used, since I think they have fascinating symbolic meaning, especially with a religious application.
Knowing Jeff, it wouldn’t surprise me at all if he chose those images for that very reason.
SWEET BLISSChildhood is being afraid of the dark . . .
and believing a night light will scare away the monsters.
Childhood is bringing home a wild animal . . .
and asking if you can keep it.
Childhood is digging for worms and fossils . . .
in the playground at school.
Childhood is chasing down the ice cream truck on a hot summer day . . .
no matter how far you have to run to catch it.
Childhood is playing with anyone . . .
and not caring about origin or orientation.
Childhood is . . .
sweet bliss.
Very sweet poem and so true. I really miss the simplness of childhood. I want to extrapolate a bit on the poem from my own life’s perspective:
I am not afraid of the dark . . .
because I have constructed a night light that scares away the monsters.
I am able to entertain thoughts that others see as “wild animals” . . .
because I have had so much practice handling them in a controlled environment and now can handle them on my own.
I like digging for worms (common things) and fossils (hidden things) . . .
even in the most common places where others play without realizing what is all around but unseen by them.
I enjoy chasing down fulfilling things, even when it’s hot . . .
no matter how far I have to run to catch them.
I find great joy in interacting with and learning from anyone . . .
and not caring about origin, orientation or perspective.
My life is . . .
sweet bliss (because it is uniquely mine).
Thanks for sharing that Ray! I came across this post today and am bumping it up for our new participants to read. Thanks Ray! A lovely poem with a great self application.
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