To the child I do not know...

Today...
I saw you walking on the street
oblivious to the world,
not knowing that I was watching you dance
in that glassy-eyed daze;
my heart was pained.
Serpent in your hand,
on feet you probably couldn't feel,
among a merry procession
Could you see?
Could you hear?
Did you fear?

Today, I weep for you
because
I hope
that the One who died on the cross for you
would woo you by His love,
and somehow lead you to the truth
that would set you free...

We may never meet again;
I could only pass you by
But since my feet might not be 
those which bring you the good news,
I pray that a beautiful pair would nevertheless.