Little Boy Found
Today I saw a lonely red headed boy sitting on a stoop. There was a look of longing cleverly hidden behind the innocent façade of the child. He is smart—this one. He knows more than those around him do and he knows it. The child mind does not permit him to process the information in a way that he can communicate his differences to those around him who have not felt his pain or experienced his insight. He knows that even a hint of realization could bring them pain. So, he carries it around; an extra load, which is seemingly heavy on his little frame. Occasionally, he reads a book or sees a film where the writer is able to capture his truth but quickly the book ends or the credits roll, leaving him again alone. He puts is head down away from the sun, away from the light. He wishes for a day without information. “Let me just ‘be’ my Lord. Let me just ‘be.’” He will grin. He will laugh. He will cry when he is alone. He knows that he must bare it for his real work has not yet begun. He raises his head, reties his shoes and goes home…again.