“Little Boy Lost – and Found”
On a busy street the little boy has lost his mother. He runs towards one mother – then stops because she’s not her. And then another. And another. Becoming ever more desperate.
And then he sees her and runs to her – arms open, smiling.
And she, kneeling down, has her arms open to him – and she too is smiling.
And they embrace in their joy, their happiness.
Little boy lost – little boy finds, is found.
The street is our early existence, and the little boy is every sufferer. And his mother is the Mother.