Of a Child
My child, lost in the clutches of the Evil One -
believing that you must be the Evil Son;
Oh my child, my pure white heart breaks.
I look at you, caught
in your dark and solitary prison;
enslaved by a power too dark and too large for you
clawing at the walls of your soul.
I see you from my alabaster fortress,
from my righteous inheritance,
from my holy estate.
Poor disheveled bastard -
lying in society's gutter screaming
nobody seeing your soul
abandonment sealing your fate;
I attempt to shift my gaze
to something beautiful in my heavenly realm,
only to hear you weeping of a broken life
and crying of a broken heart.
My gaze is fixed upon your predicament;
I am caught in a moment of my Father's love
and it catches me unaware;
I was once in that gutter there.
Copyright © Heidi Boardman | Year Posted 2008
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