The Eyes of a Child
- by Zac Wiemers, age 16 and the 5th of 6
brothers
My brothers were good
My brothers were talented
They were like gods in the
mind of a child
They were unstoppable
Immune to injury, of failure
Whenever I saw them
They had a purpose
They had pride
They were the heroes of my
life
I wanted to be just like
them
I needed their perfect lives
I longed for glory
that they experienced
As I grew older
I got my glory
But, it seemed greater as a
child
It was so big
When I was so little
Then I realized
My heroes were average
No champions
No gods
Just average brothers
That looked after me
That made me who I am
So now I know
I am a 'god'
I am unstoppable
In the eyes of a child
Zac Wiemers leading the race as he pursues the glory
he once ascribed to his brothers. He now realizes it
is merely an illusion for the eyes of a child. Part of
growing up is realizing true value and establishing worthy priorities.