I volunteer tutor a homeless eight year old girl once a week. I have been doing it now for about two months. However, during the last session, the little girl told me something that frightened and deeply concerned me. Afterward, I contacted a hotline and the volunteer agency to get advice. Now all I can do is wait; I don’t know what else to do. I wrote this as a way to help me get through what I am feeling.

Dear Lord,
When I need strength,
I can always turn to you
And today’s no different,
Today, I need a miracle or two
It’s only Saturday
And while other children care freely play
Today, I spoke with a little girl
More like an angel
Somehow lost in this confusing world
She looked up at me,
Her big brown eyes full of innocent purity
She giggled and hugged me profusely
She told me that she loved me
Her words warmed my heart
So naturally, I could not help,
But touch her chin tenderly
But the next moment changed everything
Shadows reflected in her eyes
Gray colored the blue that once adorned the skies
Caution painted the halls
And she leaned in to whisper quietly
My mother saw what you just did
And, now she’s going to hit me
Shock reverberated off the walls
Speechless, my mind reeled completely
What does one do with such information?
I didn’t know what to do
So, I reached out for advice
I called a hotline, spoke with such emotion
My volunteer supervisor said she’d speak to her staff
She promised me reassuringly
But in the meantime,
What am I supposed to do?
Sit back and wait, and hope, and pray
That what that sweet angel said
May or may not true?
Dear God that’s why I turn to you
Please, dear Lord, I need you
Now, more than ever
As I pray on bended knee
Please, tell me what to do.
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