Monday, January 09, 2006


Lying down on the dirty street as helpless as a beached whale, arms and legs flopping like flippers in slow motion and a wild look in her glassy eyes. The shopkeeper of the liquor store sweeps around her as if she is a fixture. The hot sun beats down on her rocking body making it look like a sweaty frozen chocolate bar that is just starting to melt. In an unknown tongue, she praises Jesus that He has put forth upon her the ability to see the stars on a bright sunny day. She can feel the earth spinning, creating the gravity that pulls her down, but her head is in the clouds and with the birds, soaring high.

1 comment:

hucklebuck said...

Sounds like you had a hell of a weekend.