(a sonnet with two endings)
The Greatest Paradox is leaving Light
to learn what it is in Our Tradition.
Yet I beg you, Wild Child, to practice names
and rituals—to let me tame-train you—
to row you to the mouth of the river
farthest downstream from unfettered childhood.
Chew our language, jump through our hoops, take our
tests designed to calibrate correctness,
say the right name and gender of God and
recite its history and name its parts—
Voila! You are one of us. We believe.
We saved you; God loves you; all is happy.
And then, Wild Child, you too can bind people
to tradition and live on ocean’s shore.
And then, Wild Child, you can return upstreamto the source—having learned to value Light.
Posted in Poets United
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