Because They Are Young
A collection by Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall
Nora and Theo, Scientists
Little children attend the school of Creation:
A stick, a caterpillar upon a leaf
A pine nut spiraling down upon its wing
A yellow butterfly dancing autumn in
Remy-Dog scratching her ear and falling down
Scout-Dog loping through the brush on patrol:
Children learn best in the ancient ways
(‘Tho sometimes they just run around screaming!)
The children’s world is so very small
And thus the largest, widest world of all
A Child Asked me a Reasonable Question about God
A child –
She asked of me
One day, you see
A question wise
For one her size
It wasn’t odd:
“I believe in God…
But then does He
Believe in me?”
Because They are Young
For Those Who Have Lost Children
The good die young, our blessed children, our hope
Fresh to this world they wanted so much to explore
They wanted to explore everything – earth, air
Words, water, sky, ideas, music, art, love
All the joys of being; all Creation is their stupa
And they fly the eternal pradakshina
In fulfillment, enlightenment, and joy
Infinitely far, and yet still close to us
We are less because they have gone ahead
Along the happy pilgrimage of faith
But they are more, and they celebrate us too:
They love us and wait for us along the Way
The good die young, and because they are so good
We must strive to be worthy of them
LogoSophia Magazine 