Paging through old notebooks is always a delight for me.  I never know what I will find.   A few weeks ago I found the poem below.  It was yellow and tattered yet through the aging pages it spoke to my heart.  I’m not sure where it came from, who gave it to me, or who wrote it.  These  words were scribbled on the bottom of the page,

With thanks and love,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Christmas ’73                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Cy Chiassion

I am reasonably certain that I do not know Cy and that the poem was shared with me by a friend.  Yet I am amazed in the connection of 1973 with 2016 and wherever Cy is I hope he or she is having a good life. I’ve decided to share it with you.   I love the slow transforming journey of this poetic reflection.  It happens in us year by year.  Let’s try to take note.  May you grow strong, loving and wise as you reflect on this powerful message.

 

THE AGES OF THE HUMAN BEING

THE FIRST AGE

Fight to kill!  Peace is impossible!  No one can be trusted!  I must win control over my kingdom!”  says human beings.

I believe in you, says God.

THE SECOND AGE

I have enemies on all sides.  I must remain on guard.  If I close one eye they will rob me of my life, says human beings.

I believe in you, says God.

THE THIRD AGE

Why should I care for the other person?  If I reach to pull him out of the water, he’ll pull me in with him.  I have to protect myself you know, says human beings.

I believe in you says God.

THE FOURTH AGE

I am tried of war.  My heart aches for peace.  But how can I be sure the other guy won’t stab me in the hand that I reach out to him?  Too risky!  says human beings.

I believe in you says God.

THE FIFTH AGE

Will we ever trust each other?  If I am to gain someone’s trust, I must become vulnerable , and I must believe he will respond to my openness, says human beings.

I believe in you says God.

THE SIXTH AGE

I believe that peace will come when human beings regard each other with total concern, a total trust, and genuine sacrifice.  That takes love.  Can’t we love one another? says human beings.

I love you, says God.

THE SEVENTH AGE

I believe in love.  I believe it is the strongest power in the cosmos, because it is tender.  I believe love gives life and that we can love each other to life, says human beings.

I love you, says God.

THE EIGHTH AGE  

How could you love someone like me?  I have cared for myself before you.  I have wounded you in your loving. Can you still love me? says human beings.

I love you, says God.

THE NINTH AGE

Because of your love, I can see.  Your love has set me free to give myself to you.  I love your love, says human beings.

I love you, says God.

THE TENTH AGE  

I love you, says human beings.

I love you, says God.

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