It’s the Kids.

The child lay at peace

her eyes closed and her

long dark lashes

fanned her gaunt cheeks.

Each breath taken 

an effort and each heart

beat slowing as her life

seeps slowly from her

shrinking soul.


Another child lies

asleep on a soft

mattress and pillows

both at the mercy

of bullying braggarts

and the choices others

make. This babe will

live and grieve the 

other child’s chilled flesh.


Elsewhere a son

is born in filth and

fragility. His body

fought to survive

cruelty and the cross

He took the small ones,

and blessed them 

and said, these are 

God’s precious gifts


To you, and so

God grieves as we

take his beautiful

gifts and use

them, hurt them and

hurl them into an

abyss of pain,


and humiliation.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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