A Little Child

A Little Child

By Rebecca Braun. 

a little child
black nor white
yellow nor red
knocked upon my door to enter in.
tiny child
eyes so bright,
spoke no words
as he walked into my life.
my eyes refused to see
the welts upon his body
his yearning, hungry gaze
I would not answer with my own.
thin, frail bones
I didn’t feed, I didn’t clothe
and as he held out
a lonely hand
I smiled
as I closed my door behind him.
but his face
remained before me
I could not forget the scars
his haunting gaze
bore through clenched eyelids,
I strove to wipe away the tears.
try as I could
the blood would never disappear
from palms where nails
had pierced
and the eyes of every child
will not forgive
as He has done.


REBECCA BRAUN grew up in the Midwest and now resides in Eagan, Minnesota, with her loyal border collie, May. They enjoy long walks and snowshoeing in the winter. She believes her writing inspiration comes through walking a spiritual path and being open to the universe. In her first life she taught music for over twenty years. Now, she is pursuing her second life and passion, writing.

Personal Blogs/Writing Sites: www.facebook.com/aeternalumen www.aeternalumen.tumblr.com

Photo by Keoni Cabril.

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