Dear Child…

I’m here–dear child. I’ve heard your cry,

And though ten-thousand suns rolled by;

I’ve waited… longing for your voice,

For only you, could make this choice–

By now you know I never force–a life that wants me out.

But ever close I stayed by you–in case you gave a shout.

And call you have! And here am I,

Leaping at your faintest sigh.

And to your aid, I’ll run right now.

I’ll bind your wounds and mend your brow;

With ancient love and joy that’s new,

I’ll pick you up and carry you;

Into the light… safe in My arms…

I’ll set things right–you’re free from harm;

And here now stay–lean on my breast,

You’ve found your home; your place of rest.

Martha Gibbons, Broken Vessels Recovery Project, 1999

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