BIG MAN, LITTLE CHILD

Time undoubtedly waits for no man whiles man desperately waits on life. Life distress-fully waits for no opportunity. Daily, as the rooster crows and the birds chirp. As the dogs bark at night and the fireflies “tick”, man grows. Man ages. And man welcomes his unwelcome guest; death.

But before the inevitability of death consumes man, he reminisces. Man wishes he could turn the hands of time. Man wishes to return to a time when life was uncomplicated. Man, little child. He wants to be oblivious to the complexities of life. He wants to be overly excited by the little things that make him a little child.

Man wants to believe in the power of smiles,

The benefit of hugs

The love of a kind word

The strength and affection of truth and justice

The solemnity of peace

Then he wants to believe in the integrity of dreams and the inspiration of mankind.

At that point in time, it is not insanity but God in His infinite Knowledge working.
He can change  the condition of even the most faithful worshiper.
Indeed He makes him the man child.