I am the child left behind
The voice never heard
Orphaned, fatherless,
autist or disturbed
The soul in the wilderness
Beyond the pale
Beyond the ram's horn
the lyre and the flute
not always young nor old
not always destitute
I am confused
not always hungry
I seek mother
I seek father
Or find a deadly substitute
unless I see the divine fingerprint
in the circles
of the desert sands
in the waves
of the oceans
in the bricks
of tenements
in the rings of trees
in the service of
human kind and in
a divine spirit
guiding me but never
calling my given name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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