Sundays are special days always in my life
Days bestowed to worship the Lord Almighty
On that
sunny Sunday, just like any other
I, on my way to church, paused for a minute
Amidst the long hectic traffic lights,
And thought sadly about the dear faces
Waiting for my arrival,in front of my
church.
They wait with baited breath and anticipation....
at the lovely packets of food I always carry..
But today, alas, I could take none!
I wondered how I will walk past,carrying
nothing,
among the crowd of these poor lepers..
Marked “untouchable” by society!
I walked to church, head bent,praying
Hoping they would not notice me.....!
Lo,there lie a fresh crisp note of five
hundred
Am I dreaming? Nay, the truth stares at my
face
Oh thank Heaven, I breathed upward!
“Lord, bless the one who lost this note
And bless the ones who are receiving its
fruit”
Overjoyed, I sprinted back,to the nearest
hotel
With loads of crisp packets, smelling too
good
Head high, I kept one by one to the
numerous-
Fingerless palms that shot forth from
everywhere!
A days good work done, happily I smile
At the loving faces, reflecting gratitude
And I join my hands together in silent
bliss
Thanking the Creator of Miracles, seated on
high!
