Adopting Orphans

The cacophonous sound of children hiding away from a nightmare,

crying stumbling and tumbling into themselves, like tiny circus clowns

flying through the air, reminds me of years ago being a lonely orphan,

on the lips of a song the desperate urge to hold a child of my own.

This recurring dream repeated over and over, appearing again

as I see the plight of child abuse in this world of loneliness,

the parents lost in their own desires of private thoughts

arguing why are their children in the orphanage,

so afraid hiding under the beds in the dark?

I’m the Sunday school teacher

praying for them every day

lighting my prayer candle.

God have mercy please

will you brighten their world,

where children can laugh and play

seeing new foster parents on Sundays,

how thankful we are on this glorious day.

There I answered kneeling on my knees,

I have been praying tears for these years

selflessness the joy to save them today,

blessed be this good news from above

the greatest gift baptized in faith.

Their lovely smiles grinning at me

playing with carved toys in the cots,

dressed in glittering new blue pajamas

decorated with miniature angels on a cross,

waking the new day every Sunday in Church.

God be praised my answer for new members

gathered around and dancing for joy in the aisles,

so willing to sign adoption for these lonely orphans

holding my hands reminding me of yesterdays tears.

Seeing my Dad praying a prayer for mercy please,

Mom too ill to live a stroke leaving her confused

hiding my toys in her draw until I came home,

the day she saw the light in the silky clouds.

God’s selflessness her home in paradise

the new golden chapel on the hillside,

playing hide and seek in the pews.