“It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak.
We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory
My girl is no half-hearted creature;
sweet Dylan of-the-sea, eyes to match,
wide with wonder.
Her child lens, expectant,
brims full with trust and whimsy.
But weary of wanting
and waiting...
I trade down:
buzz for breathtaking,
false for real.
Chasing shadows,
Results Guaranteed.
shared with the gypsy mama.
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