Monday, February 19, 2007

145 The Childish Wisdom

The simple beauty flies across the breeze-
The yearning child tries to understand,
His searching soul is ever unappeased-
For insight whole comes not upon demand.
The child asks the questions without end,
The greatest task is his to undertake-
He longs, the universe to comprehend,
And knows what is a curse, mind unawake.
The modern man awaits his learning whole-
He banks upon the fates to understand,
“Experience,” not wisdom, is his goal-
To dance the dance, and not find greater land.
Thus children know to seek the greater goal,
While elder souls have lost the seeking soul.
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written February 18, 2007

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm pretty sure "child" is a one-syllable word. Except in dialect.