They Come Seeking

By Noelle V. – Tegucigalpa, Honduras

Day and night they come, the little ones of our neighborhood. They come calling our names, “Maria, Maria!” “Noellia Noellia!” “Zophia Zophia!” “Naomi, Naomi!” They come to be met, met with something new, something different than the life they are so accustomed to. A life of broken families, a life of violence committed against their bodies, a life of fear often filled with by their sweet little tears, a life of dreaming for change, a life of deep hunger. Hunger. Yes hunger to be fed not by just rice and beans but by the eternal bread you see.

Day and night they come, the little ones. They come knocking, knocking at our door with wide brown eyes wondering if there really could be something more. They come knocking at our hearts, their soft knuckles constantly entangled, with the knob that opens them to the woman who helps the knots of life become unmangled. They come knocking at his heart as we pray within the chapel to taste a life different from clinging to sin’s apple.

Day and night they come, the little ones. They come asking, asking for our names to find the answer to be the ones whom heaven has claimed. They come asking, asking where we are from, but to only find, yes America, Australia, and Poland, but somewhere far greater… The Father’s house both here and outside of time. They come asking, asking us to bind their wounds, to find that only comes from Christ’s resurrection from the Tomb.