Child

I wrote this poem in recognition of the extremes, so evident in childhood, that characterize the human person. I owe inspiration to the words of C.S. Lewis:

 

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations – these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit – immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.

Child

 

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