Dragons live forever, but not so little boys, magic rings and paper wings make way for other toys, then one night it happened jackie draper came no more and puff the mighty dragon sadly ceased his fearless roar, his head was bent with sorrow, green scales fell like rain, puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane, without his life long friend, puff could not be brave, so puff the mighty dragon sadly slipped back in his cave--
isn't this kind of what it's like when you lose your faith completely, or outgrow it? Does God crumble to dust or slink away to hide when we find we no longer have time to play his childish games and our responsibilities and need to survive force us to put our crosses and books away like the toys of our childhood? Are those lucky enough, blessed enough, to still have the faith of the child saint therese still playing with the magick dragon, to whom nobled kings and princes would bow whene'ere they came?
2007-03-24
21:18:45
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