by Terry Cook
huddled in the warmth of soothing waters.
unknowing, and unknown to all but One,
or maybe few.
anonymous and faceless
until, perhaps, some future date…
uncertain.
your only past
an act of love
(true or false)
that brought you into being.
Eternal soul,
The only you there will ever be.
I beg your warmth,
Your hope,
lay not buried deep inside an icy heart
frigid from fear and confusion,
deceived and self-deceived.
you are anonymous, faceless,
so easily discarded.
I pray the heart be warmed
Through and through.
That Love will conquer.
Futures are quenched,
But not Eternity.
Terry Cook is an art teacher in an elementary school and an avid reader of all things Catholic. She lives in western Pennsylvania with her husband, Mitch, her pre-teen daughter, and her kindergarten-aged son.
