Innocent, Until Proven Human (As Defined by Rites of Conscience)
I once saw a foal and a child born at different times of the same day. One had no conscience and would remain a picture of innocence until its slaughter for human convenience; the other would soon become wise to the ways of the world and learn to manipulate them … one way or another.
INNOCENT, UNTIL PROVEN HUMAN (AS DEFINED BY RITES OF CONSCIENCE)
Every birth, a celebration,
history redeeming
the very nature of creation
At break of day, an ovation
for each living thing;
every birth, a celebration
From its time of hibernation,
a glorious spring;
the very nature of creation
At the heart of every season,
find love enduring;
every birth, a celebration
If history pauses for no one,
find in its evolving,
the very nature of creation
Seeds of a world’s salvation
here for the nurturing;
at every birth, celebration,
the very nature of creation
Copyright R. N. Taber 2009; 2015
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