I want to be a child again.
Those times when getting hurt
Meant scrapping your knee,
and tears dried in minutes.
When nights meant sleep and rest.
and days never seemed too long.
When Faith was never a difficult test
and God never too far off.
When Love and Pain could never mean the same
and unhappiness lasted at the most a day.
There was safety then in being so vulnerably young,
and happiness in ignorance.
The lesson of growing up
Seem to be,
The more we know,
The less we believe.
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“The more we know,The less we believe.”
My take on this: As we get older, some of us can develop the capacity to separate the chaff from the grain. That can influence our belief system.