Progressive Patterns

I knew a boy

I knew a boy

who grew up in the city.

He liked to play in the parks

and swing on the swings

and sled down the hills.

 

Then he grew up

and worked hard

and played little.

His life was hard

trying to help others.

Sometimes he made their lives hard.

 

Then God led him

and walked with him

into the deep woods

beside the blue lakes

up to the high mountains.

There the man became a boy again.

His playground was the wide wilderness.

Health returned.

Energy increased.

Time became swallowed up

in timeless beauty.

 

Born again,

swaddled by green and blue,

God gave the boy happiness once again.