The world comes in, now: fills him up
With feelings, thoughts; gravity and wings
That wrestle round his heart and mind
And whisper oddly different things
To build a sculpture of a boy
That, readied, will be then carefully placed
‘Midst peers, friends, gardens, joy, and pain:
The landscape of a life soon faced.
The child who stands before us now
Cannot full know the coming days
Yet has a sense of what life imports
Because his wise and knowing ways
Give insight that inform his sight
And stream out from within his soul
Conveying depth beyond his years
That guides him as he becomes Whole.
Stephen Bolles
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4/19/07