He was sent here for us to love,
and I don’t know why.
It’s never been more clear that it’s less about us,
than it is about the way that we choose
to express our love for him.
Our lives, our mis-steps and omissions,
regrets and hopes, expectations and disappointments,
make his limbs tremble and his breath rasp.
Tears, rage, indifference, restraint, abandon—
each feel equally inadequate and intolerable,
when confronted with his innocence.
Oh, lamb of God,
who takest away the sins of the world,
be still thy heart.
He was sent here for us to love,
and i don’t know why.
What a gorgeous lamb. You did a beautiful poem/tribute to him. Thanks for sharing
xoxo Dad & Elaine