Follow - 2003-9
Why?
The question so familiar
Which whether posed in mockery, in pride or in earnest enquiry
Is directed at the Child
Who in humility endeavours to serve
Yet the Child's eyes hold an answer
That cannot be expressed in motion,
in action or in words
And is beyond the grasp of mammon,
In the realms of that Word
Yet the Child speaks:
"For every hand clasping in the dark,
reaching, thrashing for something to grip
"To guide each urgent palm to its pierced anchor,
To a safe foundation, never to slip
"For each heart beating a fevered stacatto,
unable to fathom the reason for its beat,
" To bring peace felt not understood,
To know joy in fear's defeat
"For each fearful eye, shrivelled with weeping
turned from the light, inside still sleeping
" To come as the dawn with the rooster's crow,
to awaken the sleeper and quicken the slow
"For every child languishing in the grave,
alone, frightened and separated
"To bring air in the suffocating darkness,
to reconcile the Creator to the Created
"For every newborn yet to experience life,
vulnerable in the harsh light of day,
"To nourish and bring fullness,
and wash the past life away
"For each breath gasping cries to a Father unknown,
to breathe words of life and make His love known
"For those bound by chains not even perceived,
For the broken, the wounded, the desperate deceived
For Jesus our brother,
Our God and our King
We must try
These things to bring"
"Do I justify myself to you with this?" says the Child with a
smile. "Secondly, is your approval really important? No, I
seek to please my only Father. And now I go to do His bidding."
"You're welcome to come with me, though. I'd love your company."
The Child smiles, turns, and walks away...
FOLLOW
