I found him on the steps to my father’s church
he saw me first and blinked
I stood perfectly still, silent, smiling
watching him watching me
my fingers dangling at my sides
his fingers outstretched and immobile before him,
thick with knobby knuckles, dry with heat,
sticky on cracked concrete
his small body shook with fear
of me
I wondered if he had a name
when I wrapped my thin fingers round his pudgy belly
he made no attempt to escape
so I raised him up
slowly,
steadily,
with great triumph
and a twinge of awe
and brought his face to mine
and in his eyes
I saw the look of hope
mixed with despair
a look I see a lot
in the eyes of Father’s followers
as I returned him
gently
to his place upon the stairs
I wondered if I
had caused him
to lose his way
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Copyright © 02/16/2012 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
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