Children who became Christ
Why let children believe in miracles
Even though we are not faithful?
Let children turn pinot to grape juice
As Jesus did at a wedding feast
Let your child turn stones into biscuits
Prove the devil wrong with your glee
When cancer and bombs rob your love
Like Romans rolling dice for robes
When remission fails your cherub
And Jesus is out of miracles
When it’s time to roll the stone shut
As He must have felt for your child
Mary must have wailed for all of us
For our babies are now timeless
They say resurrection is impossible
Say that to mothers who witness
A holey child’s hand held by doubters
When Easter has come again
Your child ascends into memory
Deep into the hippocampus
Children live again and thrive
Even when you die
Your faith in your child lives
Outlasting your vigil
Eternal as the archer, Orion
Piercing the heart of God
Oh, the laughter
Not heard since Christ was nailed
A mother’s wail brings joy to Him
Cuz He knows you have ears to hear
Our forgotten children long gone
Waiting for resurrection
Waiting for us to awake
Waiting for a familiar hand
To bring heaven down
Hoping for revelation
Hand in hand
Back to Eden
Mark 9:37
Whoever welcomes one little child such as this in my name welcomes me. And whoever welcomes me does not welcome me, but him who sent me.
Copyright © Triny Xiang | Year Posted 2024
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