15 November 2010

God’s Child-Kiev

Sipping, strong black tea,

sweetened with honey’s gift,

I gazed onto the street.

Beyond the fountain spray,

sparkling gems of rainbow hue,

came a small child,

her wee hands held firm,

father and mother at her side,

a difficult birth, cerebral palsy.

Halting for a rest,

father lifted his darling blonde,

onto the worn wooden bench,

sitting close,

his arm he placed around her side,

to keep her safe and balanced straight.

Who would dare to claim

that human love in not innate?

A blasphemer, an infidel,

an unholy one.

And her mother sat close, aglow with love.

The tears of Angels never lie,

when shall, come we, to see,

that each of us are,

as this little girl,

incomplete and lost

without each others’ care?

My dear, every moment of my day and night, I suffer for someone. God suffers for everyone. Our One Hope is Love Unconditional.