The Lost Child
An open meadow fills with children
On a bright sunny day.
The air fills with laughter and essence of flowers
As they begin to play.
So innocent and pure,
not knowing the danger that is near.
As the flowers are picked
the sweet essence begins to vanish
leaving a bare field only for our children to play.
The laughter stills remains
so the danger appears to be distant,
awaiting to pick our children from the field,
like the flowers whose essence once filled the air.
The force coming in many shapes and sizes,
it may be a friend or a foe or just someone in need.
No one seems to know, or is it, we are afraid to see
the dark and evil force approaching our children
as the dires are heard all around.
The innocence soon swept away
Taking them to be it's own,
Never allowing the child to grow,
killing them with its touch, taking them,
in a way that was only meant for a bride.
Now the innocence of the child is lost
deep in the darkness, the chill of the night,
a life, stolen from within,
as though it did not belong to them.
Was this their sin?
A child lost deep within.
So many eager to the judge
for their behavior and ways.
What appears to be
the "disturbed child" of these days
in many ways is simply a lost soul in need
for the chance that was taken form them
or maybe just .... just maybe
could it be all they need
is a little faith and understanding
or simply hug from you or me.
Michelle Schweiss ©96
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