After Romans 8:12-23
Abandoned, and left
alone, the crowd moving
on, the child looks and
stares, concern mounting
to desperation, mounting
to fear, until a hand
reaches out, touches
the child’s forehead,
the touch imparting
a spirit of place, of time,
a spirit transferring
ownership of belonging.
The child reaches
to the hand
of its new father.
Photograph by Joel Overbeck via Unsplash. Used with permission.
1 comment:
I have three adopted children (and two permanent foster kids) -- all grown now. Sweet poem!
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