You left alone at birth
or some other season
how does a life make sense
find a perceptible reason?
Deserted at 8 or 9
making grown- up plans
learning to coordinate
little arms and hands
Dear child there is One
who sees you very clear
never letting go of you
He holds you ever dear
the further others are away
the closer is the One
cry to the stars and sky
He will always come
Each tear your sorrow shed
is sweetly kept and saved
through life’s hardest ship
in celestial love you’re bathed
Some know the barren loneliness of the land Forsaken. It is never a place you would choose to go. But many are dwell here all the same.
There is one place where you will see God’s wrath—> that is in the mistreatment of orphans.
If you have been left adrift in life’s storm, call out to the Master- He answers your cry. He will be there in the land of the forsaken.
John 14:18
“I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.”
Isaiah 1:17
“Learn to do good; seek justice, correct oppression; bring justice to the fatherless, plead the widow’s cause.”
Those of you who know me know that I have this expanse in my heart for children who are orphaned, abandoned, abused. I lived in the land of Forsaken as a child and I am grateful. I’ve been grateful to share (my lap or hand) with so many timid, hurting children. As the scrawny little hand reaches out she can see “It” in my eyes and can trust the love that God has sent.
A wonderful piece, well done.
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Wonderful, Leslie, thanks! 🙂
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So beautiful and poignant, Leslie. I am glad you reach out for those little hands and assure them there is Love, even in the midst of their pain.
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A lovely poem for this Sunday.
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Heart touched by none
Lonesome pine reaches outstretched
A distant Sky cries
By Sean Vessey
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