Little Lucy

Today I share with you a rhyme, originally for children but perhaps no longer deemed suitable for their childish tastes. It is old, many years older than myself and originates in Eastern Europe, though the country of its origin is indeterminate. It is a translated copy, sadly, and it has been to some degree modernized to fit the naming conventions of a western world. With that said, however,  I believe that it holds just as much meaning in English and to our world today as it did in the original script written many years ago.

Little Lucy

Author Unknown

Little Lucy lost her way,

Down by the pond one summers day.

And on her lonesome she did weep,

till in the eve, she had to sleep.

Little Lucy woke that night,

Cold and scared, she saw a light.

And for that light she ran in fear,

With trust that God did beckon near.

Little Lucy was forsaken,

and God did come to find her taken.

The light aloft to lead the child,

from fearful sleep into the wild.

Little Lucy, in the wood

Run and hide, it does no good

For he can see you, without eyes

You will die before you rise.

I can only add that the final verse was not present in the translation, replaced instead by a warning to children about not running off at night. I translated it myself, and to amend that the direct translation of "Without eyes" would be "With faceless stare", and I chose a similar translation for ease of the rhyme. Perhaps, though, it would be better to read this cautionary tale with the original in mind, and glean from it whatever truths you may.