for you know
my bones are frail and my walk’s restrained
by the daily struggle to reach your home door.
You left the porch light on I know
but i don’t want to come home…
no, no, not yet.
by slowing down time,
i can give each wrinkle, each pain, each wobbled step
to every child whose life went like
As quick as they came, their end came just as quick…
You know them, you do,
whether you call them Jane Doe, Serenity or Bastien,
they end up in the same pool.
Their own blood-pool if you must know, and look how perfect these children have become…
so obediently still after the fist and the punches helped them to bed
a parent…a caretaker… family relation…a someone, where trust and love ceased to exist
that’s why i need time to slow down
and for God to use each
daily struggle to help find these children
before it’s too late.
Photo Credits: Flickr and Wikipedia
Inspiration: Daily WP #329 Would you rather… (part 2) slow time down or speed it up?
It seems everyday in the news you can find horrific stories about little children murdered by so-called loved ones. Today, I read about two fathers who murdered their own children. The first father pleaded guilty and rejected to appeal after his five-year old daughter was found dead in his home. The other father murdered his three-year old by putting him into a washing machine and starting it.
So, this was on my heart today and I wish to dedicate this post to this little girl, Serenity and Bastien, the little three-year old, (and all the other children) who silently gave up their lives bravely and innocently.