Missteps

Dirty hair and a rag tag shirt with spots of blood sitting on Cathedral steps spilling out love smiles greet finely polished Cole-Hann's, Carter's, Valentino's along with gentle out-stretched strokes to the well-fed Doe eyes dance in Hanna Anderson at the base of Sunday's best holding close the moments where every child is blessed gifts of bread and water waived off politely not wanting to be the needy but just another part Hymn's ring loud in an empty soul begging along with a lost flock fledging to be whole filled with sounds of the needed future where supper is more than a fulfilling need It's a heart, a soul, not left to rot out on the corner letting little missteps take their frightful toll