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.