Such A Gift
Posted by admin on July 20th, 2010 | 0 comments
“Jesus,” she whispers. It’s not the beginning of a prayer. It’s the whole thing. She whispers again, “Jesus.”
The room is cold. The matt she is lying on is thin. She pulls the threadbare blanket up under her chin, hugs her knees to her chest, and smiles. Oh, she is rich!
“How can someone so small be given such a gift?” she wonders. Think of it! Queens have only pretty rags. Princes have only tasty crumbs. But she – a little liebling whom no one will ever notice – owns the world with one word.
“Jesus.”
Cherie D
