"No longer a waif..."

"The ideal of God
is no longer impersonated
as a waif or
wanderer..."
- Mary Baker Eddy



I did not
know where I belonged
or if there was
a place on earth for children
who had broken hearts and
shattered trust

I could not
fathom a place where
those who were
not loved
would feel safe
from the
hands of predators and
the leering
eyes of
those who'd lost a
love for
innocence

I walked close to walls and
never slept,
held my breath during long
nights of ticking clocks
and creaking floors
hoping that
the monsters in the closet
would be too tired
to whisper
secrets worse than
nightmares

until a fragment of
Truth
unlocked the door to
a kingdom
with air so rarified and
pure that
demons cannot breathe
there
and monsters wither
in the light

you do not live in
the world it
promised

you live in the
space where
God and men do
meet,
you live in a kingdom
undivided,
inviolate,
a place where
you can close your eyes
and rest your hopes
upon
His Love...

in this place
there
is
only
peace...

rest sweet
child
rest,
rest,
rest...



"For in Him
we live,
and move,
and have our being.”

~ Paul