Walking On Faith
Gazing deep into my eyes, into the dark
she offers flowers on threads upon my hands
for coins to keep her warm through the night,
wondering where else to go from here
torn slippers walking along bare streets,
past 1am with no exact home to go.
I ask her to buy some food, some soup;
the 6 year-old girl shakes an unkempt head
counting thin bills, dreaming of school
without reservation or taste of fear;
and her face smiles at the comfort
of confiding that a good teacher
she raves to be, someday
leaving me alone and discontent,
my faith in life she dares
as I cup the tiny buds sprawling
on the ground like trickles of prayer,
a hallowed whimper to the gods
for one heroine who longs for calmer stars.
. ……….. .
*in praise of streetchildren who survive each
poverty-stricken day to live their dreams
by nette onclaud
for David William’s Heroes and Heroines
3 june 12
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