Children on the Hill
By J. Michaels*
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[as it appeared in the October 2010 Newsletter]
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[as it appeared in the October 2010 Newsletter]
One day in eternal blissSome children played at will
Reveling in their innocence
Knowing all was well
They played atop grassy knoll
It was lush and emerald green
They frolicked in the sunshine
Knowing all to be seenWise beyond recognitionHoly through and throughInnocence in children form
Playing two by twoAn errant thought did enterMind so pure and fairOne they forgot to laugh at
And led them away from thereA wish to leave the foldA desire to be one of allLeaving the tender oneness
Of all in one recalledSo leave, they didThese now orphaned soulsDeparting from oneness once known
To dream of hell’s darkly holeIn darkness they sought their wayHoping to find light againAnd illuminate a place to prayRegret and guilt guide them now
As they seek a sacrificial way
Paying, at any cost
For transgressions of mind betrayed
Yet they know not what they do
For they are lost and blown awayAt last, from afarA lantern light is seenLabeled love, they were told
A hope for souls redeemedThey reached the light at lastFirst a few, then many moreGuided by God’s Holy Spirit
They arrived where they were beforeInstant rejoicing came upon themNow knowing the whys and whereforesBack in the greener pastures
Playing in innocence once more
Copyright 2010 J. Michaels