She sits
on a rock in the warm summer breeze
she stares
at the wings lying there on her knees.
And dreams
of a time where pain is no more,
and wishes
that she was at Heaven's front door.
Where mommies
don't yell, and daddies don't hit
for hunger
and anger are her living hell.
Neglect and
abuse are all that she knows.
She wipes up
a tear and wiggles her toes.
"Will someone
please help me?" her saddened
heart cries,
as she brushes
a tear from her watering eyes.
She looks at
the wings lying there on her lap
and wishes
for peace, a long quiet nap.
To you, little
child, I humbly pledge,
to help build
a bridge and walk a fine edge.
To show up
your plight and give you a hand,
and help make
you safe as God really planned.
© Liz &
Paul McLaughlin
1998
