By Florence Heyhoe
County Down, Northern Ireland
He took the children in his arms . . . and blessed them
I watch her marching into the middle of the road, wearing a white coat carrying her lollipop. The traffic parts like the Red Sea and the children cross over safely. Some walk hand in hand others skip. Most smile but a few are scowling on their way to school.
There are other places where they take children, herded like cattle, delivered. Crossed over to sordid places, devoid of smiles. Here, there, everywhere, congregations of lecherous deviants drool and throw silver coins.
clenched fists
raised in prayer
heaven’s silence
First Published: Drifting Sands Haibun, Issue 20