A nest of chicks,mouths open,ready to be fed a philosophy for life

Hidden in worms dug up in the schoolyard

Chirping ‘the journey of life may be easy may be hard’

On bright summer morns

An out of tune piano cheering them on

Towards blind optimism

If not baptism –

First steps towards riding with the king of kings

Looking for golden tunnels

In dark openings

A seeker of light

In answer to wonderings –

A higher purpose in the lowly son of God

A built-in resilience, ready to fight

Leading down golden tunnels –

Blind optimism

Prepared to die.