If our faith can move a mountain
then it should save a soul
To have untapped faith in oneself
is life's great gift and goal
Within all children lay a dream
to be more than their parts
To open gifts within themselves
warming their tiny hearts
Ask a small child this question
"what do you want to be"
Always it's seems there's something grand
through their minds eye they see
So where do all the lost come from
who find their dreams have died
Who see their hopes all washed away
as if cast on the tide
No one can say with assurance
what happened to those souls
How all their dreams in life were lost
or for whom the bell tolls
If asked of me I would just say
truth is hard to admit
The mind is not a vessel filled
but a fire to be lit
Tate
Original poem with pictures of my granddaughter
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/634176/
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
If our faith can move a mountain
then it should save a soul
To have untapped faith in oneself
is life's great gift and goal
Within all children lay a dream
to be more than their parts
To open gifts within themselves
warming their tiny hearts
Ask a small child this question
"what do you want to be"
Always it's seems there's something grand
through their minds eye they see
So where do all the lost come from
who find their dreams have died
Who see their hopes all washed away
as if cast on the tide
No one can say with assurance
what happened to those souls
How all their dreams in life were lost
or for whom the bell tolls
If asked of me I would just say
truth is hard to admit
The mind is not a vessel filled
but a fire to be lit
Tate
Original poem with pictures of my granddaughter
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/634176/
Who can say with any assurance that they know where their life will take them?
But like all of us I too had dreams. Maybe they were a bit lofty. Maybe they were naive. We all know the boundless wonder of becoming an astronaut or fearless explorer.
However the man who crushes a child's dreams may as well have killed him.
Forever is the innocence lost. Forever will he doubt the word of all adults. Lost is the beauty of divinity. Lost the love of fair play. Gone the reward for decency, never to return. This is why we must take our responsibility for the young as a most divine effort and solemn responsibility.
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