A Little Child

A Little Child

they raise their feet so high
wondering if they ever reach the sky.
and lift their souls above
not knowing what is the gift of love.
faces drift and fade
as hands caress and river-wade
eyes droop and tears fall
no one knows a reason none at all.
and so she lingers here and there
not knowing what, not knowing where.
so like a child she just hide
when one command she can't abide.
then one day she came to pray
in a church, on a mid-day
a priest came to bless her hand
but she ran and left the land.