Orphans of My Heart

 
 
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Children of the night,

lost and lingering in the recesses of darkness,

come close now

to the fire of unconditional love,

so that I may see your sad and shameful faces.

 

I sense that I know you,

you who have been unworthy and lonely

for so long.

 

Let me cup your tarnished cheeks in my culpable hands

and look upon the fear in your eyes,

the cuts on your skin,

and the bruises on your

tiny, precious hearts.

 

Can you allow me now to hold you dear ones?

The ones I have sent out to be raw and wild and all alone,

the ones I have said are not welcome here,

the ones I have discarded

out of fear of your implications.

 

You, who bare the burden

of all the pain

come and be near the fire for once,

the fire of unconditional love.

Let it warm your face and

melt your cold and aching.

 

Please,

allow me now, at this late hour,

to welcome you in.

To finally hold and behold

all of you

orphans of my heart.

Together,

let us all sit down by the fire

and be so warm…