A Wandering Child

A heart
beats in a small chest
the shivers of winter's breath
running up and down arms
chestnut hair
pulled and tossed
by an unrelenting tempest
sapphire eyes
leaking liquid diamonds
and freezing on pale cheeks
eyes that search the heavens
for an answer
kneeling on cruel and beautiful frost
snowflakes mixed with a chestnut mane
feet icy blue
crippled from wandering
a mind
exhausted from searching
ceases
hands red and marred
from striving
to find an answer
a heart
slows
in a frozen chest
slowly bent knees
fall
a fragile body
draped in an ethereal white
lies above a bed of snowflakes
under a black galaxy
stars gently flicker and glow
as a wandering child
gradually loses her warmth
and succumbs to a frigid world
eyes spent with seeking in vain
for an answer
flutter closed
a heart
finishes its span
a body pale and blue
lies frozen to a cruel frost
red lips let out a final breath
a thin trail of heat
whipped away by the harsh wind
a doe meanders into the small clearing
drawn by a bloodless form
dainty hooves lead the small creature
to the body
and letting out a small sigh
the doe
kneels and lies beside the frail figure
hoping perhaps to keep this small form warm
but its too late
a heart
is still
in the small frame
then suddenly
the doe leaps up and darts away
the gale ends
snowflakes fall no more
an immortal light shines
from the highest heavens
the delicate form bends its back
and out from the corpse's back
swell angelic wings
gently the wings begin to beat
raising the limp skeleton
amongst the shooting stars
through the gates
into an immortal afterlife
as the form passes the gates swing shut
the angelic wings slowly fold
as the body drifts to rest on a downy cloud
moments pass
a bright light approaches
and envelopes the corpse
slowly warmth spreads
throughout the poor form
a heart
once frozen
begins to slowly beat again
frost melts from the body
dripping to pool at the feet of One who saves
a hand caresses chestnut hair
sapphire eyes flutter open
and look upon the face of One who saves
a mind tries to grasp
and fails
but the One who saves carries the form
underneath a blossoming cherry tree
laying the wandering child down
amongst warmth and light
the child looks up into the eyes of her Saviour
“Are You the answer?”
the child whispers
a smile forms on the face of the One who saves
“I am who I am”
and the wandering child
enveloped in peace and light
becomes a wandering child no more