break me once again

how can it not break me? how can my heart be so numb that i can’t even cry out after seeing mentally handicapped children who are treated like animals moan and wail to get their share of the cookies we’ve brought? why won’t my heart cry out when i see children who lay in cribs all day, craving a kiss? and why didn’t i sob when i saw a fourteen year old girl, feet the size of a newborn, no taller than a 2 year old, who spends her life lying in a crib?

why wasn’t i furious when i heard about the 16 year old from the girls orphanage who was encouraged to have an abortion last week?

why are my eyes so dry when i see children who rock back and forth, longing for someone to hold them, for someone to love them?

God, why is my heart so hard? soften it, Father. break me once again.