O Child of My Heart
By Kathryn Taylor
I cannot reach the daughter I love-
She runs away each day-
Not from home, but from my heart,
No matter what I say-
She tells herself the most vivid lies
spun into a web of dreams,
tales to protect her aching heart
and muffle the silent screams-
"It's not so bad," she tells herself,
"the pain is not extreme."
Her head's convinced that all is well,
But her soul still needs redeemed-
I wish that she were not afraid
To unravel all she hides-
I just wish the dam would break
And release the healing tide-
What will it take to penetrate
Her wounded heart's veneer,
Reaching the soul of this precious child,
Who's locked away her tears?
God, will I ever see the day
When she reaches out for me,
And tells me that she loves me so,
And I'll be able to believe-
May I never become so wounded,
That I close the door for good-
Heal each and every broken place
As I travel through motherhood-
Amen
