CHURCH OF SKY

Children

The children are lost in games of play,
Desire has carried their souls away.
One would be mighty, the other rich,
An innocent wish becomes an itch.

And a self-serving purpose remains the same,
If instead of power it lusts for fame.
Presuming that it has a right to be
Kindly remembered, by humanity.

But saints we're not and ne'er can be,
We all are touched by vanity.
Though charity be cloaked in modesty's shawl,
We hope that someone else sees all.

Yet, as God is the parent, both father and mother,
Beloved is the child that helps the other.