Children of a Different God
Born in cobwebbed innocence
Not understanding hate or war,
The child of a different God,
Kneels playing on the floor.
Round eyes of pure amazement,
Twists and turns his plastic car;
I feel certain he’s an Angel,
That fell from a broken star.
Sometimes he stops and listens,
To something, that I can’t hear;
But I feel within that silence,
A peace, which is so rare.
Arms stretching out for cuddles,
Gripping tightly around my neck,
All he ever wants, is to show his love,
No conditions – no regrets.