Eyes of a Sunrise

Like a baby sparrow all alone on a paved parking lot without parents to nourish, nor friends to assist or cherish, he was homeless. For a brief period, I made his acquaintance and gave him food and drink which he accepted, smiling rather sheepishly. This 13-year-old, I tell you, felt abandoned and hopeless. Because of abuse and dysfunction, he fled his home only to find himself among the very worse in our society. Neither knowing how to love nor trusting anyone to love him, he was at the mercy of God alone, the knowledge of whom he was clueless. Sleepless and fearful nights were his repeated plight as he was being tossed from pillar to post. He could only hope and wish for a miracle which sadly I cannot attest to ever happening. Yes, he had the face of one left on an island of high seas and stormy winds. Yet, I perceived eyes and a heart that knew somehow, he too would rise like the sun. One day I visited as I often did, but this time he was gone, leaving neither trail nor trace. He had so much life ahead with so much promise. Yet, he disappeared as quietly as he had appeared with that disturbing fragrance of aloneness and that awful feeling of abandonment. I can only hope and pray that we meet again or that he connects with someone much more capable than I to affect a change of fortune in his life. 06152018PSoupContest, Abandon, Brenda Chiri