A Little Girl's Faith (please read and pass along)

A Little Girl's Faith

Huddled in the streets,
she makes herself sit still.
Although her hand is rough,
she has an incredible will.

She will not die!
She will not perish!
She’ll wait to be saved.
She knows she is cherished.

She must hold on,
for her mother’s sake.
She must not let go,
she has to stay awake.

She whimpers a prayer,
of thanks to the Lord.
She’s still here-
she hasn’t been ignored.

Death surrounds her,
this child of five.
She waits for her savoir.
She knows he’ll arrive.

No food and no water;
no place to stay.
No one to hold her;
and all this decay

She waits; her country cares!
It’s been several long days,
but she has faith in this world-
In so many ways.

But he doesn’t come,
no he doesn’t care.
He sends troops to Iraq
and can’t help our own despair!

So this little girl dies
with no family or friends.
Left with her faith,
her weary life ends

EmyleeShadow04@hotmail.com

I give permission for this poem to be distributed in its original context.

 

Such passion. I'm touched...
yet, must insist that energy is energy
and what has no beginning has no end.

We are but visitors here, life is precious.

These forms are so fragile,
spiritual strength is gentleness.