My precious child
How could you know
The way that life
Is wont to go?
These moments;
Taken, set apart,
You reading rapt,
Full mind and heart
To someplace else,
Somewhere: not-here —
In that world, joy:
In this world,
Fear
My precious child
How could you know
The way that life
Is wont to go?
These moments;
Taken, set apart,
You reading rapt,
Full mind and heart
To someplace else,
Somewhere: not-here —
In that world, joy:
In this world,
Fear
hey, you relativists out there –
who say there’s no such thing as ‘evil’ –
i say this:
to tell a child
they are useless
is
absolutely
evil
So, tell me —
Would you steal a child’s sense of security
Because you say “Science” told you do it?
I believe, in that sentence,
The word spelled S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Is pronounced “Moloch”
There’s nothing can give your heart
Quite the bounce
As when children prove
“It’s the thought that counts”
Her mind’s at home in a miniature world –
Child of seven in her warm p.j.’s –
Head to the floor with the lights down low
Solstice train with its lights ablaze
Party inside for the well-dressed folk
Dining and dancing and sharing a story;
Child transported by effortless joy
Through imagined
Glory