Being Lost * Being Found

because of my age, people call me an adult the meaning of which doth mystify

for it is children who so often not only show us but teach us God’s truth

we doubt the words of a child for one so young cannot justify

yet doubt is the aged sword for a double edge of barren youth

* * *

one deadly side leads us to joy where we might find understanding

then the other side leads us back in peace to fields of faith and calm

it is this youth that leads us from aged skepticism to rational reasoning

it is youth that leads us from being lost to finding the love of God’s Realm

 

 

©Russell Kendall Carter; BA, MAT, DLitt.

 

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Me

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