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I hear her whimper;
an infant, wrapped in a blanket, laid in the woods
on this snowy winter day.
Fighting.
Fighting for her life.
Fighting to know the parents who didn’t want her.
Who don’t deserve her.
She hears my footsteps,
and begins to cry out with increasing fervor.
and begins to cry out with increasing fervor.
I pick her up and press her tiny frozen body against mine.
I begin to declare, “You, child, are a child of God.”
I feel the defeat of the Enemy,
as her body slowly warms.
I begin to declare, “You, child, are a child of God.”
I feel the defeat of the Enemy,
as her body slowly warms.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published August 2012.
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