abandoned, but not forgotten

early in the morning, while dogs barked and children played in the back yard, a deer jumped over the fence and ran off into the nearby worlds, leaving a little fawn alone, to curl up into a fetal position up against the chain link fence.

and looking down at that little fawn, I could not help but want to pick her up  and take care of her, even though she was in a state of shock, unable to move. but not even a slight nudge would awaken the poor creature.

some of you will recognize how I felt looking down on the poor little creature. but some of you will not. some of you may have little feeling left. the world has left you feeling cold inside, and you see nothing out there comforting. you may even be like the mommy deer who abandoned her child when she ran away from what she thought was danger.

deer don’t have the ability to judge morally, or settle on a life philosophy, or act in a calculated and rational manner. many times I have observed the mother guide her children away from the road, or lead them through the forest away from the sound of gunshots. and we may be more likely to forgive their senseless lack of interest in one another when terrified by what they perceive to be dangerous, if they do run away never to return.

what I do not understand is when one of our own does this to her children. inside or outside the house. inside or outside the womb. especially if that one feels sorry for the little fawn, but not for the little child that God has entrusted her with.

watching the poor little fawn, scared and unwilling to move, reminded me of children…and adults…who are abandoned, and suddenly unable to move. terrified. the world around cold. the moment so overwhelming. you must breathe. you must survive. you must stay warm in the storm around you.

for those abandoned, there is hope, because you are not forgotten. for those of you called in this world to follow the footsteps of the Messiah, you understand what I am sharing. you understand that faith and action are necessary. it is paramount, in these days when more lose all sense of their moral and rational thinking, that we move in compassion to lead the abandoned to a place where they are freed from that terror. from that scar. and from that hopelessness.


About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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