Poetry

The Child

By: James Aitchison

Fear not for the children.
The wheel spins
and gives new souls
new paths to walk.
Every life is taken from this earth
at an appointed time
as part of its eternal series.
The younger life is often taken first,
because it has ascended faster than its parents.
We choose the souls who will return;
it is the balance, residing in the wheel.
Since childhood you have been shaped
in earthly ways,
yet within your being are
many lives past lived.
And in each new life
you can make observable changes.
Your life is one of a series:
you are not of your time and place,
of your name, of your occupation,
you are not of your earthly body
or of your earthly mind.
You are eternal.

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