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He calls out Her voice heard Down the hall from his room Severely disabled, He lies there Waiting We enter his room Looking at him lying there In the quiet children’s home Others create a din But they are in school Now, nothing – stillness I ask if I may touch If he might be alarmed “No, he likes being touched.” I place my hand gently Alongside his face He presses in, steadily, lovingly© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags: Compassion, Disability, Ministry, personal, poetry
November 18, 2013 at 10:41 am |
Poignant, Tom… Thanks for sharing this moment of wordless intimacy.
November 18, 2013 at 10:57 am |
Tom, this is so beautiful, I feel the presence of your touch on the child, and his response, so much felt.
November 30, 2013 at 8:36 am |
Beautiful…
November 30, 2013 at 8:37 am |
Reblogged this on Michele Marie's Poetry By The Fireside….
November 30, 2013 at 11:57 am |
May I keep this up on my blog for a couple days? Then I will take it off… so heart moving~
November 30, 2013 at 5:36 pm
I would be very pleased. As long as you wish.
December 4, 2013 at 7:01 pm |
A beautiful (deep and moving) poem.
December 12, 2013 at 6:01 pm |
Lovely and moving. Thank you for following!