On Being Human

We are all born as trusting innocents
Then the world of adults steals our resilience

We come with eyes of curiosity and wonder
Then the system breaks our will and thunder

Hearts born so gentle and so tender
Hardened by society they are rendered

But, our inner child within still lives
When nurtured and fed, he still can give

Hope, love, virtue, faith and trust
Come as little children we must

Hardened hearts can then be broken
Through the cracks God's words are spoken

Into our hearts God will live and thrive
But only we can ask Him and decide

Frail humans in elusive, desultory worlds
The enemy is us within tortured and furled

Death breathes close capturing us all
As we search for significance and meaning before we fall

Being human is connection with others using our hearts and heads
Otherwise we are sentenced to be the walking living dead

All humans need loving, supportive community
It sustains us, offering life and opportunity

It is about relationships finally in the end
Those with God, family, and our friends

Then what will last when we are gone?
It has always been love, our hearts' only song

We come then go as little children once more
As mere humans standing to face death's door

 

"Then he said, 'I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven.'"
Matthew 18:3

“His purpose was for the nations to seek after God and perhaps feel their way
toward him and find him—though he is not far from any one of us.
For in him we live and move and exist. As some of your
own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’"
Acts 17:27-28

"Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and
love—and the greatest of these is love."
1 Corinthians 13:13