Circumstances
had taken their one and only.
A
youngster killed during a tragic storm.
With
wrenched hearts mourned.
A
miracle child was lost.
The
world moved on without them.
One
day the clouds showed a ray of hope.
Life
would never be the same but
They
knew they could still love
A
troubled and abused child entered their home
Angry
and scared
Attack
his defense
He
didn’t understand these people
They
spoke words like
Care,
security, freedom, love
All
so foreign
When his
protective shell was probed, he acted out
They
loved him anyway
They
offered kindness
He
parried with sarcasm
The
extended understanding
He
deflected with indifference
His
soul remembered a time he believed in love
It
is how a child thrives
How
he wished they really were who they claimed to be
But
adults only disappointed at best
Crushed
at worst
Love
is a beacon
A
candle in the rain
It
never stops its pull
Love, only love
Love, only love
Why
do you love me?
Because
we are full of love for you
You are worth it
You are worth it
How
can I trust you?
Love
always seeks the best even when the object of love doesn’t see the best
What
if I disappoint you?
We
will love you anyway? We don’t want perfection.
Slowly,
love’s purity soaked through the wall
A
shattered heart began to mend
Wholeness
was restored
How
can I repay you?
Do
unto another as we have done for you
Each
life is hope for another.
Your
story can be the beacon, the hope for a broken, fallen world
Let
your tragedy become triumph
Love,
only love
Duane Windell Phillips
Copyright November 2016
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