Lamentation of a Child; and Others
I choose love . . .
No occasion justifies hatred; no injustice warrants bitterness. I choose love. Today I will love God and what God loves.
If you have learned to walk a little more sure footed than I
Be patient with my stumbling then
and know that only as I do my best and try,
may I attain the goal for which I am striving.
If through experience, your soul has gained heights which I
as yet in dim-lit vision see,
hold out your hand and point the way,
least from its straightness I should stray,
And walk a mile with me.
Little girl so pretty,
so gentle, meek, and mild,
If you could only see the pain
inside this little child.
God is all-forgiving
But parents rarely are,
Yet where is God, all said and done,
when the parents go too far?
The pain, the hurt, the anguish
The things I cannot share
With anyone , regardless
If they have not been there.
Now I have grown older
My memories come and go.
Still trying to forget events
That happened long ago.
The hurt, the pleas, the suffering
Still come to me at night.
God, love all little children
and help them through their plight.
Pure
Lost souls, squealing with pain,
the waters poison, acid rain,
how sad, how sad,
innocent hearts turned bad,
blood-thirsty monsters, ruling mean,
nothing is good, safe or clean,
surely here nothing is pure,
surely disease has no cure,
but in the middle of all the greed and power,
stood one lonely, little flower,
a flower of hope and sunshine,
a beauty to last for all time
to remind people of joy and love,
this place could be as the Heavens above,
this place was once pure,
come on help us find a cure.
Katherine Charles
O Child Beside the Waterfall
O Child beside the waterfall
What songs without word
Rise from those waters like a call
Only a heart has heard -
The Joy, the Joy in all things
Rise whistling like a bird
O child beside the waterfall
I hear them too, the brief
Heavenly notes, the harp of dawn,
The nightingale on the leaf,
All, all dispel the darkness and
The silence of our grief.
O child beside the waterfall
I see you standing there,
With waterdrops and firefles
and birds in the air,
All singing praise of paradise,
Paradise everywhere.
George Barker