Bearded, black hair <br />with a good physique <br />Rodney looked like a young <br />Tom Cruise. <br />I later learned he <br />was a paedophile. <br />I'd been blabbing <br />about all the amazing things <br /> <br />God was teaching me <br />every day <br /> <br />- as I <br />thought He was then <br />(we were all mad <br />in that place; except me <br />of course <br />and apparently Rodney) . <br />He looked at me. <br />It was a straight look, <br />he said, 'Is there anything, <br />do you think, God <br />can't forgive? ' <br />'God forgives everything, ' <br />I blabbed triumphantly. <br /> <br />It was years before I <br />saw him again. <br />I'd gone to 'Sterkies' <br />to get some medicine. <br />This fat, balding man <br />I hardly recognised, <br />said, 'I'm sorry I don't <br /> <br />know who you are. <br />They've given me an op <br />to help me with my problem.' <br />I saw the crude wires <br />in his scalp. <br />'I'm living in hope, <br />I say this to everyone. <br />I'm beginning to feel more <br />positive about myself.'<br /><br />John Garth Raubenheimer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rodney/
