The Kindred of the Eternal

There is meaning
in the world,
though, at times,
you may not think it so.

How could it not be thus?
Does something
come of nothing?

Petulance beckons,
but yield not to it,
my beloved,
for it will only
lead to anguish. ›

The struggle for truth
is not easy,
my little lamb.
Even if your parents
taught you otherwise,
it was a lie,
even if your friends
told you otherwise,
it wasn’t true.

The way
to the bliss
of my presence
is through work,
every day,
every hour.

The work of
finding meaning,
hearing meaning,
seeing meaning,
feeling meaning,
understanding
meaning.

It is there for you
to find, to see, to know,
my darling child,
for I have spread it
forth and abroad
for your rapture
and amazement
and joy.

Choose
to work for it,
my lambkin,
choose not
to languish
in darkness.