“Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care…”

Really?
What was tender about it?
If blessings they were,
I’d rather have curses.

The hotness in my heart
drips with fury,
resentment,
and self-righteousness.
It wishes for answers
that will never exist;
it wants for amends
an impossible wish.

“Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.”

The warmth in my heart
melts in relief,
peacefulness,
and humility.
It hopes for questions
to seek more awareness;
it prays for mercy
this child may You bless.

Really.
All days present within it.
The curses they poured
You turned into blessings.

“…and take us to Heaven to live with Thee there.”