I’ve mentioned my aspirations to write a Childrens book or two – well, here’s another go at it. This one would portray a small child talking with a very old man named Mr. Johnson. Thanks to Ezioman on flickr for the borrowed photo!
“Mr. Johnson, I declare, haven’t you got any hair?”
“I’ve thought hard, my little scout, thought till all my hair fell out!”
“Why then are your eye’s so crinkly, why is your whole face all wrinkly?”
“Skin can slowly fold in half, each time I smile or start to laugh!”
“You don’t walk, you only hobble, when you try you start to wobble!”
“You can see all things are holy, when you try to walk more slowly.”
“Why then do your poor ears ring, so you can hardly hear a thing?”
“Greater voices that I hear, speak from the heart, not through the ear.”
“Even when you look at me, your eyes are much too dim to see.”
“The greatest things will always be, the things we do not hear or see!”
“Mr. Johnson, please reply, are you so old that you will die?”
“My child, my child, I think I might,
but everything will be alright.
Little one, come close and hear,
for death is not a thing to fear.
There came one once who made a way
so all will live again someday.
‘Follow me, and live’ He said,
and He Himself rose from the dead.
He taught us how to love and give,
he showed a better way to live.
And if we do the things we ought,
and live to follow as he taught,
then when our death comes beckoning,
our death will be a joyful thing!”
“Mr. Johnson, I don’t know, I will miss you if you go!”
“Yes, my child, I’ll miss you too, but I will still watch over you,
and when you come to join me then, we’ll be together once again!”