How small we were
when the heavens saw us first;
clamoring for love,
gripping with tiny fists
onto that last vestige of knowing.
And now, smaller still,
we cry to the emptiness
that has stolen the contents
of our once noble hearts:
“Give back that purpose
that we knew when we were small!”
In our tiny frailness,
we have forgotten
just what it was
that we forgot.