Such A Gift

“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

Calling All Cowards

Oh, how he loves cowards!  How he is drawn to them.  Irresistibly.  They are his favorites.  Those who sit in corners at parties.  Those who try to look like they don’t mind being alone.  Those who would rather be at home.  Those who simply stay away.

Oh how he loves cowards!  The ones who can’t look up.  Those who mumble and shuffle and swallow hard.  Those who think of the right thing to say after everyone has left.   Those who promise READ MORE