An orphan is like an empty vessel.


A cup, left searching to be filled.


Nothing else in this world makes me feel this pain.


Tearing at my very soul, shredding me from the inside.


I can not walk by.

I can not move past.

I can not continue to live.


All that I once hoped for, and searched after in this life.








To give to one of these, to help just one.

To fill an empty cup.

To bring the water that is His and give it to them.



Mine then is the cup that will be truly filled.