“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
This is the constant refrain in my life today.
“To be a child is to have no past
And to live in eternity’s sunrise.”
This is Jane’s and Jonathan’s.
I am homeward bound and I know my days are numbered.
With the coming of the end, I need to tie all loose ends.
There are unfinished agenda still to be accomplished.
There is still that one more letter to be written,
one more good deed to be done,
one more heart to make happy
and one more face to elicit a smile from.
There are goodbyes to be bidden;
there are shortcomings to be forgiven.
It has been so long I do not remember what home really is.
All I remember are the people, places and events
in this journey I am about to complete.
Jane and Jonathan are just at the start of their own journey.
They still remember where it is they came from,
A place where there are eternal mornings.
They play their interminable games
with no sense of time and space,
where days never end but flow naturally into nights
only to become a new mornings again at the turn of the light;
where the whole house is one flowing space which now a castle
and in a while a spaceship and in yet another while a wonderland.
I am coming home to be a child again.
At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, ‘Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?’ He called a child, whom he put among them, and said, ‘Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever becomes humble like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.
Matthew 18:1-5, 10, 12-14