Bonus Post: Easter Sunday

Final Draft: 3/31/2013

What, then, of the glory gifted, profligate, to Man?
Children, elevated, laughing in firm arms,
Know more of joy—more often—granted in Creation
Than we worried-careful creatures:
Scheming, thinking, shoring up and down
Through grey and dismal lives enlivened
Momently and rarely by a glimpse
Of what it was
To be a child.