Sweet Children

by David B. Swanger

Oh ye sweet children of the world,
Rightful inheritors of this place -
Unhurried, move once more to claim
The soul-fire crucible of the race.

Oh ye savants, tell us we pray...
Is death and life but a swinging door?
(Methinks ye speak and know too much
For souls who've ne'er been here before!)

Oh ye sweet children from above
Give us the joy of thy boundless love.