We went to the store to look at shoes, I chose a red pair, shiny and pretty. Mama said I could not have them now, We would come back, she had an errand She must do, to double the money so she Could buy food and shoes.
We left the store and walked down The street, coming to a building Lit with enticing lights, red and Yellow, blue and white, blinking, Sparkling in the night. Machines Playing music, tinkling coins,
Children playing on the street, cold And hungry. She would be there until The money was done. Coming through The door with a frown on her face, She had lost the money – no shoes For another two weeks – but then it Would happen all over again!
I am a grown up now with a Little girl’s heart, I offend easily So please, don’t expect too much. I wish I could do want you want, To be generous with my heart, To be the person you want me To be, but I just can’t, it has been Broken apart. I cry, I weep, I Tried to be the best for your sakes, But I lost a lot of pieces in the Diseases – how can I be put back Together again? Maybe a little Grease or a bottle of glue and Some stickers too? Thinking this was the answer to My damaged parts, torn and red. I even tried to sew with a needle And thread, this is madness, am I to fix a fractured body? I just can’t. But there is One who can do what I can’t do, One that will bind my Bruises and wounds and make me well again!
The clock on the mantel struck Half past ten, the hour to retire For most women and men. I listened to the clock, heard a Knock on the door. I looked, No one was there. Half past two Still awake with nothing to do. Half past four I fell asleep, Forgetting the mother I had Expected to come through the Door. A gust of wind blew through The window, death came in With a shroud on his face, Coming to take me, not yet was My plea, I have more to do, Much to undo. Death agreed to let me stay, He gathered his cloak about him And went on his way. I suddenly awoke, knowing this Was but a dream!
It arrived, it was a solemn Occasion, people were Hesitant, I did not know why. I tried to look in, but I was Too small and it was too tall. A narrow box, I was curious, What was in it? I tried to lift the lid, but my Fingers could not reach. With each attempt I became More intent to see what this Box meant. As time went by I became Older, going back to see if Perhaps I could open it now… I visited the box when life was Violent and I was seeking Silence. Visiting a garden of rest, as They lowered a box in the earth, There were similarities as the One I had seen as a child. Then I knew it was for those who Had ceased. That could be me!
And then one day I fell asleep, And was planted in the box Reserved for me.
Waiting to be broken and come To new life.. But no earthly box can contain My soul, for when it is time for Me to rise, ‘He cries’… Pulling me through this earth’s Crust, I am thrust out of the Box to receive the heavenly Prize, one the coffers of this Earth cannot provide!