“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children,
you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 18:3 (RSV)
To be born is hard
and to be hard born
is to be thrown into a
hardening world.
All is congealing,
little flex, less flow,
the water – frozen,
the air – frozen,
nitrogen, hydrogen, oxygen
cold to the touch.
Ideas, once fluid, are steel,
ruby rivers frigid and rigid.
This killed that,
teeter nixed totter,
both abandoned and,
leaving two choices –
either – or.
Now the imagination is binary
wired for yes or no.
The mind has been reduced to
almost nothing but the brain.
For recovery,
we must become slow and small,
a weed in the crack of a sidewalk,
a camel through the eye of a needle,
a child.