Silence: Part IV - "He Called a Little Child to Him..."
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That’s enough. Whether you put your faith In one eternal God-like, world-creating force or another— Either way, isn’t every one of us equally forced to acknowledge The same absurd reality that Our own origin and the origin of all things is permanently Beyond our comprehension? Regardless of the particularities you or I choose to believe in, Aren’t we at least in unanimous agreement that— Yes, this existence that we all share in is undeniably founded on a mystery That has and will forever defiantly evade our full understanding? And why not let the ultimate question remain ultimately unanswered? Why not let wonder, humility, and curiosity flourish Out of this perpetually perplexing observation?: We are here and yet we have no idea exactly how on Earth we got here. And really, this way of living With wonder, humility, and curiosity— Isn’t it funny how naturally it comes To the smallest, weakest, least capable, And least knowledgeable of us? But what is it that fills a child's eyes so full of light and awe— Awe at the many spectacles of life bustling all around them? They know how little they know. They fear the dark of the unknown the same as we do, And yet, the light in their eyes shines brighter still. Sometimes, when I catch a glimpse of the bright spirit That radiates joy through the eyes of a child, I remember how it was that I used to see. For a moment, then, I can picture myself as a child again, Looking up with love, awe, and fear at my parents— At the mythic guardians who towered above me, And yet cared for me and loved me With so much tenderness. Before I could even say their names Or understood a word they spoke, In my helplessness and uncertainty I came to build my life upon their love. Surrounded by chaos, Their faithfulness naturally earned My everlasting trust.
Silence: Part IV - "He Called a Little Child to Him..."
Silence: Part IV - "He Called a Little Child…
Silence: Part IV - "He Called a Little Child to Him..."
That’s enough. Whether you put your faith In one eternal God-like, world-creating force or another— Either way, isn’t every one of us equally forced to acknowledge The same absurd reality that Our own origin and the origin of all things is permanently Beyond our comprehension? Regardless of the particularities you or I choose to believe in, Aren’t we at least in unanimous agreement that— Yes, this existence that we all share in is undeniably founded on a mystery That has and will forever defiantly evade our full understanding? And why not let the ultimate question remain ultimately unanswered? Why not let wonder, humility, and curiosity flourish Out of this perpetually perplexing observation?: We are here and yet we have no idea exactly how on Earth we got here. And really, this way of living With wonder, humility, and curiosity— Isn’t it funny how naturally it comes To the smallest, weakest, least capable, And least knowledgeable of us? But what is it that fills a child's eyes so full of light and awe— Awe at the many spectacles of life bustling all around them? They know how little they know. They fear the dark of the unknown the same as we do, And yet, the light in their eyes shines brighter still. Sometimes, when I catch a glimpse of the bright spirit That radiates joy through the eyes of a child, I remember how it was that I used to see. For a moment, then, I can picture myself as a child again, Looking up with love, awe, and fear at my parents— At the mythic guardians who towered above me, And yet cared for me and loved me With so much tenderness. Before I could even say their names Or understood a word they spoke, In my helplessness and uncertainty I came to build my life upon their love. Surrounded by chaos, Their faithfulness naturally earned My everlasting trust.