The early evening sun doth set
And cast its silky, serene shadow.
Life goes on but God does not forget
The aftermath of a year ago.
A young boy sits alone on the shore
Looking out to sea.
He has sat there a thousand times before,
Wondering of his destiny.
Beyond the ocean waves, there is a land
Where one day he will go.
Soiled toes push into the silting sand.
Places only he can know.
On that eventful day, the great wave came
And took away his fold.
Left him only his clothes and his name
To pursue the future unbetold.
Poverty for him has no definition
And education no teacher.
But God has given him a prayer, a purpose and a mission
Without parent, sibling, friend or leader.
The bedraggled clothes he wears
Are all his worldly possession.
The thoughts he thinks, the world he knows, he shares
Without any conscience or objection.
You and I, we are that boy
And share his harmonic hope.
Such profound wishfulness for human joy
To set sail upon the boat.
He has heard of the Santa Claus who brings kids presents
And of the man called Jesus who saves.
Here, on this Christmas Eve, sits he, oblivious to condescendence
And beyond the fury of the ocean waves.