Wednesday, December 26, 2018

the Guatemalan boy on Christmas Eve

Now comes the hard part
of caring for the Child.
A week prior
he was imprisoned
for seeking safety,
whereupon he
developed a little cough.
His eyes became “glossy.”
He was moved
from one stable
to another—
each bed
no better than a manger—
until, at last,
at 23:48
on Christmas Eve,
the pain of labor intensified
and he died, stillborn,
driven to the border
of life and death.
We were the antibiotic,
trying to treat liver failure
with a pill,
while we all knew
God had already
provided the cure
by donating his heart.

Still, yesterday
we were festive—
but now comes the hard part
of caring for the Child.
God, give us your heart.

………………….

the Guatemalan boy on Christmas Eve
by troy cady
peace to his memory


*details of his story were included in a report filed by the US Customs and Border Protection agency, including the cough and “glossy” eyes.

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