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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