The smallest hearts are welcome

in the spaces of the Lord,,

and in their innocence the sum

of what He bends us towards.

They are to be example

of Heaven's soul-fired feast.

Not merely just a sample,

but the thing complete,

and we're to drop our dignity,

and academic cloaks,

and in our lost pride come to be

as the little folks

who laugh and clap their pudgy hands,

sweet music of the Promised Lands.

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For what it's worth, I have a PhD, and suspect it will mean less than a lollipop-smeared smile in the presence of God.