Lost
In the world of torment
And pain.
Oh Lord
It is our shame.
A little boy
Trapped
In the dungeon
Of despair.
Was there no one to care?
That he cried
Did anyone see?
That he tried
To pry open the door
To scream…
“ Help me!”
“Somebody get me out of here!”
“There’s a monster
Under my bed!”
I’m afraid!”
“911!...
“Can someone
Hear me?!”
“Please….!!!”
“Can you send someone
To protect me…”
“911!”
“Come quickly!”
He opened the wires
To reach in to where he lay
Buried in the mire
Of cruelty and decay.
But no one heard him.
The protectors came
But they didn’t believe him.
They didn’t see him
Standing there
Pleading…
For some kind intervening.
He was right there
Begging for help
In the code of distress…
“911 – Come!”
“Deliver me from this evil one!”
His call went unheeded…
Even children’s services
Had not interceded.
He was left there
To bare
The vengeful brunt of
Villainous rage.
He was left there
Where he was being beaten,
Burned,
Bitten,
And cut…
To be the butt
Of a foot
Struck with brute force against
His tiny rib cage.
He was left there
Stranded in the fire
As they turned and walked away.
They left him there
To die a tortuous death
At the hands of a vicious bulldog,
To live another tortuous day.
Didn’t anyone care enough?
To see?
That he was standing there
Waiting for a helping hand
To rescue him from brutal monsters
Who hated the very sight of him.
Who knows
But God,
The heart of this man and this woman
For this 9-year old little boy
Living his short life
Without a window
To escape
His doomed fate.
This little boy living a daily death
All the time.
This sad little boy.
This little child of yours and mine.
He suffered all the days
Of his short little life.
No one paid attention
To his bitter birth;
No one gave credence to his value or worth.
His seed was planted here
On this rich and fertile earth
Where God gave man domain
To be caretakers of its gardens
And fruit trees.
Yet, this little boy
Could find no one to hear his desperate
pleas.
Oh Lord
What a terrible shame.
Such misery and pain.
But he’s at rest now.
He breathes
In God’s loving arms again.
I’m thankful that
Father/Mother God
Has rescued him from
This world -
This world captive to the devil’s
delights
And sadistic appetites
Formed in man
Who would stump a little boy to death.
And who knows of the other
Many times
This man and this woman
Would viciously attack
This precious little boy
Who had the un-fortune
To be born
In the pit of darkness and disdain.
Oh Lord
What a terrible shame.
Just think of it…
Feet pounding,
Trouncing until he bled.
Fists thrashing, hammering
Down upon his head.
His ribs crushing under the blows;
His back broken into pieces of splintered
bone;
In this place he called home.
His little body bleeding inside and out
Until the air went out
Of him,
And he was dead.
On this mother’s day approaching
I weep for this little boy…
This precious little one…
This little son.
May God avenge your tragic death
I pray.
Little boy
I pray
That your living was not a hollow thing
That you were not an empty vessel
Of naught
Trapped in the web of deceit
This evil wrought.
I pray
That though all thought of you
Have left the headlines news
You,
Your little boy’s
Life,
Touches the feet of Christ.
I pray
On this 4th day… of May…
“Let
the waters bring forth
Abundantly
and swarm with
Living
creatures, let birds fly
Over
the earth in the open expanse of the heavens.”
(Genesis
…1:19-20)
Speaking birth
-Being shaped and formed:
-Life in abundance,
-For the fertilization and enrichment
of the soul,
-In this Kingdom Day
-Coming forth
-Quickly –
-As rushing rivers
-Stretching out over the whole earth
In Christ. Amen
In
remembrance
Of
Little Omaree Varela
Born,
behind bars, February 3, 2004
Died,
December 27, 2013
When they crucified Jesus Christ,
Beat Him mercilessly
And hung Him up to die,
(As they decried, in essence, “Kill the
Son of God.”)
Jesus said, “Forgive them Father,
For
they know not what they do.” (Luke 23:34)
I could write those words here too…
Forgive these sense-less murderers
Who are captives in the abyss of darkness.
I pray
I may get there…as required by God…
As
a son of Light.
I’m not yet today.
Maybe tomorrow…
As I come tonight into this 5th
day, and read,
Where God
said, “Let Us make mankind
In
Our image…”
“So
God created man in His own image,
In
the likeness of God He created him; male and female
He
created them.” (Genesis 1:26-27)
Then came the fall,
But God has implanted in the seed of creation
His design to redeem us all.
Forgiveness is divine
It is unto all mankind.
Praise God.
Happy Mother’s Day
(Seed-week days May 4-5, 2014: Genesis creation days 5 and 6)
