A little Child

There is no clearer option, than to live our lives out...as we wear our shoes out. Our father will give us a new life and a new mother to go with it...just as we would receive a new pair of shoes. It would make no sense, otherwise. Why would a loving God and Goddess create us, breath life into us, and fill us with every conceivable learning experience...only to waste us, for nothing...at the end? If we come round and round, as I believe we do, and we are born again...all that travel wears our soul down too. It is understandable. The divine are not a perfect piece...they are holy...their nimbus is tilted...it's a hell of a ride. Just hang on...hang on to the end, is all I ask. And what do we leave...our sorry old bags, luggage we should have given, to someone in need, long ago? Let it go...we will find it again. Our bright new bodies...our same old loves, in something new...you'll recognize the eyes. Try not to worry...as I always do. Lets go see, beyond a book, without a guide, without a damn thing, but our little child inside...to take us home.


Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016, Deming, New Mexico

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