TO A CHILD
Child do not go
Into the dark places of soul
For there the grey wolves whine,
The lean grey wolves.
I have been down
Among the unholy ones who tear
Beauty’s white robe and clothe her
In rags of prayer.
Child there is light somewhere
Under a star,
Sometime it will be for you
A window that looks
Inward to God.
Patrick
Kavanagh
