A poem I wrote after reading and editing the book, BRAVE, and finding I could relate to some of Janyne’s story:
Child In Me
You waited while I caught up with you,
child in me;
Till I could see what you could see
and set you free.
You waited with courage and watched with care
all while I groped
To live my life in need of us
but vague of hope.
Your impish ways allowed me glimpses,
a coaster ride;
I caught a laugh, a cry, a sigh,
but you played shy.
The saddened child would rise and I’d
be sick and crying.
Not to be held nor seen nor heard,
must feel like dying.
The needy child would seek attention
and want some more
Of what was offered to fill the void—
a shifty shore.
The frozen child who couldn’t move,
by terror stricken,
Had breathed the smoke and seen the flames
that raged and licked.
The visioning child would dream of safe,
To dance with elves and see the smiles
in flower faces.
The playful child came out with puppies,
a few friends and babies
Who didn’t stay but opened windows
on sunnier days.
The believing, trusting child heard the Word—
that rescued her.
She led the way for all the others
who needed Father/Mother.
I embrace you now; I see and hear
and treasure you.
Let’s hand-in-hand run free as one,
and live renewed.
‘Unite my heart to revere your name,’*
O, Lord, I pray.
And ‘Lead us on a level path’**
from day to day.
Poem excerpted from Glimpsing Glory : Poems of Living & Dying, Praying & Playing, Belonging & Longing by Catherine Lawton
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