"Treasure"

The child was barely six days old
His cot a cardboard box
His little body wrapped in rags
No hat no gloves or socks
He'd been placed on the doorstep
Of a Church on Christmas Eve
An hour before the Midnight Mass
A note said "Feed him please"
No name or information
Just a sweet Angelic face
With eyes like tiny sapphires
Begging for a warm embrace
A plea went out around the town
To find his desperate mother
But nobody came forward
No sad story to discover
And so the little boy was found
A home where he could live
And a couple who would offer him
The love they longed to give
For they had tried for years and years
For a baby of their own
But fate had not dealt them the cards
For reasons still unknown
And so they got to keep the boy
Their prayers at last were heard
And so they named him 'Treasure'
Their lives blessed by this one word
So if you yearn for something
That you feel is out of reach
Remember prayers get answered
When you practice what you preach
And give a thought to 'Treasure'
Who was the answer to a prayer
A little child found wrapped in rags
The hope born from despair

by David Whitney                      c2020