A few steps ahead of me
a young man walks past
McDonald’s.
One hand is pushing a pram
while the other is holding
the hand of his daughter.
This man’s hands are full …
literally!
Passing by
I glimpse the school uniform
of the Holy Child school
and a tear-stained face.
The young man stops,
going down on one knee
to gently wipe away tears
and speak soft words
of reassurance.
I can’t help thinking
that this mirrors
how God treats us
when we come before Him
in pain or distress.
Almighty, all-powerful God
stoops right down
to meet us at our level
and tenderly wipes
the tears from our eyes.
Isn’t there something
so heart-warming
in the love of a parent
that gives us just a tiny glimpse
of God’s love for us?
© Claire Murray, 5th December 2021