I traveled back along my path and found a lonely
child,That did not laugh.
How could it be that she still existed?
OR that she remain ed upon my path?
Surely i had cast her free many years ago:but no.
i had simply walked on with out her,
smiling and laughing.
singing and dancing,
sure i was safe from her agony.
What could i do with this unwanted one,
this child that held my guilt and shame,
ugly one that could never do right.
I blamed her parents,friends,and foe alike,
IT was they created all her pain.
T here she waited upon my path.
knowing one day i must retun.
I looked into her pinched unhappy face,
her eyes brim full of tears.
"I DIDNT DO", i declared.
"It was all the other" I proclaimed!
softy she spoke directly to my heart.
"no, its you who hurt me most,
For the others it was planned,
It was you who rejected me and i was helpless
Against your hate, so here i have remained."
"Dear Lord"
I cried, "I would not do this to any child."
" your right," she said ,"not to any other child, but i am not anther child . I AM YOU!"
It was impossible to turn away or to deny her words.
To this child i must give love and healing.
I sat beside her on the path
and took her in my lap,
as i held her close within my arms
new truth surrounded me .
In the unveil child
i felt gods delicate touch.
When i looked down the child was gone,
Indeed, in love, i had taken her into myself.
How good it felt to have hiding
deep inside my heart.
I felt an unexpected joy spring forth .
The only way she could be free was to become part of me.
written by ROBERTA ROSSMAN ( dear friend god bless her )