Lighthouse On A sPacific Hill

The Brightness of Our Childhood (James Watkins)

 

The brightness of our childhood

is not completely spent-

but stirs again in drifting dreams-

restless and intense.

 

Rushing upward, out beyond

the envelope of time-

fueled by futures unfulfilled-

destined and divine.

 

Gloried, glazing glances-

of eternity-

identified by inward guide

sanctified and free.

 

Einstein has passed beyond

with pieces of the plan.

He bent the chart,

but missed the heart-

to greener grass he ran.

 

Organized and energized,

he answered aimlessly-

Beyond pure thought,

the artist wrought-

to answer flawlessly.

 

Explain the beauty of a lake,

or calling of the sea-

the lonely lover, or the lost-

explain these things to me.

 

Explain the hurting for a friend-

or mother's mournful cry-

the blazing host of stars that sing-

or the moment that we die.

 

Explain forever, or forgiveness-

explain both wrong and right-

or nature's curse,

the cause rehease-

an answer would be nice.

 

Or loose the light of childhood-

a flame still burning bright-

consuming fire of destiny-

devouring darkened night.

 

Return to heights heroic-

be partial in your place-

uniquely primed,

by grace designed,

to answer

with your faith.

 

James Watkins 03-05

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