Tiny Hand


I am going home by a different way.
I knew there was danger when I heard him say
he would like to kneel before the child.
His face was flushed and his eyes were wild.
Fear was written across that face.
"Report back to me exactly the place
where I may go and meet him, too."
I think I know what he would do.
The risk is too great, the danger real,
so I shall pack and quietly steal
away in the darkness of night.
I shall find another way home.

I am going home in a different way.
I will always remember that glorious day.
When our eyes briefly met and he smiled at me
I felt the earth tremble and I could see
the face of God in this little boy.
I felt a great rush of perfect joy.
When I reached to him and his hand touched mine,
I felt my heart break, a heavenly sign.
I expected a palace, a royal estate
but that, I know now, was a great mistake.
A holy essence was revealed to me
and because of him I shall always be
transformed, a different man.

Two little words.  Do you see?
Is he God revealed or a curiosity?
I'm going home a different man
all because of that tiny hand.

  • Author: DesertWords (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 14th, 2022 08:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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