Need – it pulses in her eyes.
A child peering up – hoping;
wishing for what she can’t perceive.
She’s pleading – will I choose to see?
Big people – deeply feel their need.
Their eyes cry, while hiding dark despair.
It would be too risky to bare all the broken dreams in this dusty air!
Yet, behind the eyes, comes a smile.
It is not big, yet still beguiles.
as child welcomes presence.
Peace spawns grace even as I brush dirty hair,
transforming dust into hope’s delight.
Waiting is easy when trust shares its home with love.
Need becomes the door way to life –
when betrayal dies – Hope thrives!
Bravery kissed by laughter’s joy
floods the spirit as destiny’s wings unfurl.
Author – Bill Tidsbury
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