Idealism

Oh, to be young again,
On the first rung again
Climbing the ladder of life, 
Filled with a wonderment,
Honest and innocent,
No stress, no struggle or strife.

Hope is a fleeting thing,
Hummingbird on the wing
Flittering flower to flower,
Knowing with certainty
Nectar flows wild and free
Waiting for him to devour.

Trust is a grand event,
Gentle and Heaven-sent,
Welcome and giving in form.
Open for all to see,
Fraught with fragility,
Vulnerable to hurtful harm.

And when in the end
We’re back where it begins,
Where dreams brush horizons of dawn,
The way becomes clear and
We walk without fear knowing
This is the place we belong.

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