Question To A Child Poem by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

What do you have to tell me,
Oh little girl, my little girl?

Oh what do you have to tell me
That brings wholeness
To our world?

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I was not born
All filled with fear,
I was not born
For hate
I did not arrive
Upon this world
Too early or too late

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Oh, little girl,
You need not cry,

Your sadness is
From years gone by

Take heart, my sweet and gentle one
At last our freedom has begun

For you’re still here,
You did not die

I am you
And you
Are I