Poem August 15, 1977 Issue

ROUND US ALL

Mary Elizabeth G. Baker

God's little one,
they tell me you are bad—
setting fires, stealing money,
lying, kicking, screaming.

God's little one,
they tell me you're unloved—
(rejecting mother, vanished father)
worthless, homeless, lost.

God's little one,
round you are your angels, telling you the truth:
present Father, tender Mother,
guiding, guarding, caring.

God's little one,
I'll listen with you, taking heed as Jesus said.
Undespising, unjudgmental,
seeing in yours, the Father's face—

Angels round us both.

Mary Elizabeth G. Baker

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