“Anny Dawt,” read by Tim Horne.
Anny Dawt
by Tim Horne
(on the occasion of her recent surgery)
Anny,
not a period, the end of a sentence.
You are an exclamation point!
Or better yet,
an ellipsis …
for your story,
worthy of wonder,
will always be unfinished,
as eternal as God’s love …
A love you inspire
in all touched by your
wide smile,
thrilled as you
greet them with
your happy shriek
and electric limbs …
One not born of
give-and-take,
but recognizing
His image
in your brokenness:
Hope wells up
in some unknown place
as we discover
unconditional love
even in us ….
About the Poet
Tim Horne is retired from the mission field in Ecuador and years of work as an outreach worker in the streets of various cities, and now helps run a meal at his church each week as they seek to meet needs for the homeless and isolated in their community.
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