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The Doll

 

The Doll

Kathy Loun Stilley

 

There lay a mans bleeding heart

No longer strength within to try

Hope so forgotten, lost long ago

Again he hangs his head to cry.

 

Tears of many years have fallen

There now are no more to come

They to have vanished as his hope

That his life would matter, to just one.

     

No one but he could feel such pain

In this life riddled with such despair

As he lay restless, cold and hungry

No hands offered to him with care.

 

Anonymous, yet visible to so many

Malnourished, twas so frail and thin,

He searches for food to ease hunger

Consuming spoils from a garbage bin.

Wondering through the darkness

Seeking shelter, so cold and alone

He comes upon a desolate alley

Crawling in a box, he now calls home.

 

Closing His eyes he drifts to sleep

Through the sorrow, no longer seen

But the sweetest of memories of so

long ago filled each and every dream.

     

Held within the depth of his heart

That filled His dreams with peace

Were cherished ones he so loved

With whom he so longed to be.

 

Dreamful tears of sadness and joy

Thoughts of wife and child now gone

Taken from this world so long ago

Causing his life from others withdrawn.

Suddenly his dreamy sleep is ended

As he awakens to cries of a child

Crawling from shelter, into bitter cold

He walked what seemed for miles.

 

Making his way through the darkness

Following the cries that filled the air

Walking what seemed to be for hours

To reach the child's cry of despair.

     

Feeling though his heart would break,

Afraid they would all misunderstand

Why he a man tattered and broken

Would come unless looking for a hand.

 

Only but a brief moment he hesitated,

Then he knocked upon their door

Opening to little eyes filled with wonder

Asking… Are you the angel I prayed for?

Telling the man her prayers so many

For God's angel messenger to come

To take a special message to heaven

One for so new an angel, her mom.

 

"Please will you take for me a message?

Tell my mommy... I miss and love her so,

And tell her the Christmas doll never bought

doesn't matter, It is her I so wish to hold.

     

The man that journeyed far from home

Had to fight back the flood of tears

This was the first time in so long

He was looked on with love, not fear.

 

Kneeling down he spoke so softly

I've traveled for such a long while

Following your cry that filled the air

Being led, as if you were my child.

  

Taking the doll from within His coat

Telling her, His child needed it no more,

For now she too plays with angels all day

And walks and talks with the Lord.

 

The mans eyes filled with tearful joy

Seeing her tears with smile replaced

As he turned to make his journey home

His thoughts on brighter day that waits.

     

Making it but half way home from travel

He lay on a park bench to rest awhile

No thoughts of himself, only loved ones

Slowly drifted off with such peaceful sigh.

 

In his dreams his daughter came to him

To her Father who lay cold and alone

Within his dreams softly she whispers

Daddy, I've come to take you home.

The beat of his heart no longer present

For that night he froze in winters cold

Yet his life will continue forevermore

For his heart he allowed God to hold.

 

Upon the winds God sent a child’s cry

That brought him out Christmas night

Knowing he'd follow the cries that called

As if following the path of God's light.

     

He made his way to the journeys end

Love ones beckoning, guiding his way

Both were standing beside Jesus waiting 

 As  he walked through the golden gates.

 

 

By The Author

Kathy Loun Stilley

Christmas poem

 ©12/25/02

Used With 

Exclusive Permission

 ©Kathy Loun Stilley 

     

 

 

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