Child.

I met a child of God

yesterday

and it had

the saddest eyes:

turned away

by its maker;

it seemed surprised.

I met a child 

of the universe

who sang with sounds -

sang with the joys

of life

she'd found.

I met a child

digging dirt,

just raking it up:

he was counting worms,

and measuring them

with his thumb.

I met a child with no parents -

just

a solitary carer

and she

was doing fine,

although she 

gave off

the saddest feeling.

I met a child

whom

her parents had 

labelled

as 'Christian',

but she didn't care:

she was playing on her own,

unaware

that she was

secretly

distancing herself

from the others.

I met a child

who met me with furrowed brows

at my every expression:

these weird habits of mine

were like

firecrackers

in its face

and I laughed for hours

afterwards

at the candidness

of young minds.