|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.
© Copyright 2012 embe (UN: embe at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
embe has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
|Log In To Leave Feedback|