darkness is my name

This Child’s Disgrace

A little boy is weeping,
On the cathedral steps on Saturday
He’s crying because his mom is dying,
While his father is getting married today.
He sobs with deep an ache in his heart,
Building up courage to enter the church,
To tell the priest to stop the ceremony
He has come to the end of his search.
And the little boy's  clothes,
Were dirty, tattered and torn,
Walking barefoot scared to meet,
The father he never met since he was born.
And as preacher asked if anyone would oppose,
To this marriage taking place,
The little boy walked up the long isle,
With tears streaming down his face.
“Daddy” said the child, with trembling voice,
“Daddy we need to you today,
Mommy is sick and she needs medicine,
To help her feel better some way”
And the guests in utter shock,
In disbelief of this taking place,
Whisper amidst each other,
Criticizing this child’s disgrace.
The bride looked at her groom,
Asking if this iss true, he begins to nod,
“I've never seen this boy,” his father said,
Denying his son in the house of God.
“Daddy don’t you recognize me,
Don’t I resemble you in some way,
Look at my eyes and tell me,
Don’t I look like you in some way”
But all the groom could do,
Is turn his back and face the altar,
Closing his eyes and sighing,
Today his composure did not falter.
The boy is dragged out of the sanctuary,
As he cries with a deep hurt in his soul,
He told the truth and no one believed him,
There is nothing that would console.
And as the church door closes,
He leans against the doors yelling,
“I am your son and you are my father”
Over and over, the truth he kept telling.
His strength begins to fade away,
As he walks back to his mother’s side,
In a small town, hungry and alone
With his spirit broken and name denied.
His mother’s illness has taken its toll,
All he did was spend the rest of the day,
Holding her hand as they both fall asleep,
Waiting for the hurt to go away.

Why do you need
to see
whats behind the door
are the words
i love you
not enough
any more
why do you insist
on looking
behind the scenes
when you know
what you will find
will not be me
yet you hope and pray
that i will change
while wishfull thinking
becomes your cage
as you lay
on your barron bed
of dispair
believeing
one day i will care