Lost Children

 

 

sometimes, in my dreams,

i see them and hear them –

the little lost children

i’ve known – and been

 

children with little chance

of ever truly

changing their circumstance

doomed to trudge on alone

 

their faces haunt me

their tears bring me

to my knees, sometimes –

in silent, but fervent,  prayer

 

that their lives will get better

that the Lord will hold them

in the palm of his hand – and

comfort them, protect them, forever

 

i hear them whimpering –

see them hiding, simpering,

arms across their faces

to deflect life’s cruel blows

 

how do i help them?

 

 

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