I am but a child
A babe in my Father’s hands.
Flailing arms, slave to my own reflexes,
unsure of my own mind,
unsure of anything but need.
I need comfort.
I need sustinance.
I need…
I kick and tilt and fall,
crying out, I scream.
My lungs are full, they are all that work within me.
Help me, they say.
Help me…
Help me who?
Help me Father!
Catch me Father.
I feel a pat on my back, a stoke on my brow,
but my needs are too great…
too late.
I arch and I sob,
the pain is too much, help too far.
My mind, it screams.
I hear my Father, a whisper between my cries,
I’ve got you.
You are safe.
But I am not safe, can He not see?
Does He not hear my cries?
I yell louder, trying to make Him understand.
He hugs me, but I fight,
my body out of my control.
I must make Him see,
I am drowning, falling, starving.
The world is too much for me.
Trust me, He whispers.
I’ve got you.
He hasn’t got me.
I cry.
I scream.
I fight.
Help me Father!
I’ve got you.
Help me Father!
I have always been here.
Help me Father!
I will always have you.
I sleep.
I will always be here.
How is your little guy doing?
Desi …….
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He is doing so well! We are deliriously happy. He loves the outdoors, sleeps super well, and eats constantly. His little smiles kill me! I hope you can meet him soon!
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I could feel your desperation in this poem.
There is such a need for peace and healing in our world.
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