It came on quiet, soft feet like a cat sneaks up on prey.

The quickness of the movement took my breath away.

I thought I had been able to bury the feelings deep,

And yet the tears came and I could still  weep,

For the small child who had been broken in two

And who had paid the cost for trusting in you.

How could a child still reach out and care?

Your heart is empty. There’s nothing in there.

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