Poem - I saw a child

I SAW A CHILD

I saw a child

A little girl of eight or nine

Kneeling on the polished floor

Arms raised up high

Palms upturned

Eye lids lightly closed

Her face serene

Suffused with radiant joy.

A child of eight or nine, I tell you

A child of eight or nine.

O God,

How had this little mite

Discovered, at such a tender age,

What I so long for after many years,

The way into your heart?

This lovely face

Upturned in simple ecstasy

Towards Reality?

My stony heart was moved.

Were it not so granite hard

I would have wept.

For here, in childlike innocence

She did not question,

Reason ‘why?’ ....

She knew.

For she had discovered,

There upon her knees,

Oblivious of all around,

That Christ lives and is wonderful.

She knew, just then, if not before

How much her Jesus loved her.

Lester Edenborough - Feb 2001