Thanks to The Daily Post for the prompt words Childhood, Sky, Purpose, and Angry.
What made us now, this moment past
How’d we become so frail, like glass.
Feelings torn, mended, stitches —
Reopened, wounds our glitches.
Remembering yet, we’re sky high humans so lost.
Can we find, the purpose of us charred, at what cost?
What is it to have faith, to believe?
Words your lips intone I perceive?
See we only through the looking —
Glass; are reflections picture books,
Children read us, seeing clearer, we’re angry and —
Getting madder; if only sky cleared, clouds not sad .
Our faces to the little ones,
Need appear smiling, not loathsome.
Bring back laughter, joy, and pleasure.
Find every day peace, time treasured.
So their childhood vision is happiness and light.
Through our faces, read clear, inner peace, delight.
If in each other we peer past,
The anger each possess and fast,
Find paths through shadows dark and grim,
Maybe, then we search beyond sin.
See the rain drop on cool skin, sliding, patterns desire.
Eyes are opened wide; blast of furnace, passion fires.
Our own mystery of life we guard,
Though life throw many dangers hard.
We prevail, faith our purpose and —
Each other’s love; though time stand —
Not still for anyone of us on earth, who’s living,
What made us now, taught us in childhood to forgive.
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