In the days of our lives there’s a child
Trying to run away from the dark, grey crowding clouds of rain
She has no father
Her mother died young
After her birth in spring

Poverty showed no remorse to the young orphan
Crying night after night
Time after time her stomach groaned

In thick veils of darkness
She wished her mother would resurrect
Like the Lion of Judah

We stood with tears in our eyes
As the world was crucifying her
We prayed standing on bleeding knees
In the sound of stillness

I broke through disturbing silence with a prayer poem
For the children facing hard times

The feel of streets was beyond the boulders of the world

My shoulders were trembling
As I sat counting the beads on my Jesus Crucifix Piece