My little man spoke with me today
Told me how he was hurting and tired speaking of feeling ignored
and rejected
Yet I reached out my heart to stretch in hope of bonds of
brotherly affection with others who had drawn my attention
Then in my knower I see little man’s tear born out of
hurting falling on sand absorbed and forgotten like me says he
Again I reached this time will be different a hope of acceptance
to quell the strife and draw out peace
A meek tug on my pocket asking for grace a respite a moment
a smile a chance
Yet again I turn straining forth from deep within my own
strength seeking reconciliation
Until the heart like the rubber band near snaps the little
man a heap of tears
Asking that I not let him go as those before
Call an end to yearning and striving for that slapped away
No need little man for you to be still hurting lost or
rejected
Your wisdom wiser than mine ever could be
To you I will sit and listen go ahead and teach me
The true bonds of affection and unity and this way the gift
of peace I receive
