Children are the ransom that we pay to time.
It is how the flesh remembers us. Yet Saturn
takes them hostage. And if he chooses to dine,
who will deny him? All are devoured in turn.
Children are the ransom that we pay to time.
Yet there are powers greater than appetite.
Those who come are born by pure design.
And, arriving in the spirit to set things right,
discharge all debts, angelic and saturnine.
Children are the ransom that we pay to time.