Thank You Brother Thomas
Please Remember Our Forgotton Children
A
Childs Journey
I
take a long huddled walk,
on
a cold mid winter's night
The
cutting wind passes through my clothes,
feeling
the clench of natures bite
Tiny
multi coloured explosions,
light
up the crunching snow
As
bright as the passing falling star,
with
it's glowing tail in tow
No
music, cars or screaming voices,
I
am lost in my own thought
No
point to even worry,
about
the gifts which cannot been bought
I
have no destination,
and
my tiny feet are cold
To
ask a stranger for money,
even
for me that would be to bold
So
I try to think back on the days spent in church,
and
what the preacher would say
That
God takes care of his children,
so
maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
By Nick Sym
