GHETTO BOY

A boy of nine stood on the curb
Of a desolate, dirty ghetto street.
With furtive glance, he gazed around,
Afraid of whom he’d meet.

He saw an old white lady,
Waiting there to cross.
And it was very plain as day,
Her sight was at a loss.

He quietly walked up to her
And took her by the hand.
He then reached out, picked up her bag,
And led her across to a sheltered stand.

And in that moment when black met white,
Each knew it never mattered.
For when heart meets heart, the color is love,
And bigotry is totally shattered.

When God looks down and sees such acts
I know He has to smile.
For this is the way he planned all along;
A child shall lead them, without guile.



Copyright 2007 Thomas C. Caplinger All rights reserved.
“God answers Knee-mail!”