Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Christmas Miracle



  It's Christmas Eve, the street walker lays on her home, the concrete benches, resting on the scabbed shoulders scratched from the hard concrete. Tears dried since she already shed all she had for herself and the world. Echoes distant, glares fogging up while arms embrace the fortune of a story.
   The woman of the park shivers in feverish delirium. She misses the story stopped long ago that it confuses her what were fables or reminds of her own. Around her, the city’s central stage seems decorated, bright cans, colorful pieces of caramelized apples, ribbons, brightly illustrated wrapping papers, fragments of the witnessed happiness.
   The fake snow ripped through swings in the wind; neglected colored plastic cups discarded after use dance popping on the ground. "They were so bright" - she thinks inset a slight awakening.
   When her eyes shut, she sees the snow loosen up and fall over the city as white confetti, flying in the soft breeze. Below her she can no longer feel the cement, but the soft smoothness of the white snow. A warm snow enveloping her in a hug for a moment, only to wake up again the next minute by the laughter of teenagers staring at her. She smiles appreciatively for the visit, happy, the sound of their laughs sounding like thorns crackling on fire.
   One by one the stores have closed their doors. The lights have been turned off, steps extinguished, no longer are the singing voices heard and behold the bells of the cathedral announce the twelve chimes.
   With eyes shut, she dresses the white snow, floats climbing the twelve steps of darkness, one by one. Her hair elongates, her figure glows and a serene scent of roses enters through her nostrils. She feels the wrinkled face stretching, blushing. From the third step she can already gaze at the distant star singing heavenly voices, approaching the hands extended for the last time.
   The square remains dark, oblivious with all its plastic of the Christmas miracle that just took place. It took darkness and loneliness so she could receive her wished star.
   She was found the next morning. Covered in mysterious white glittering substance; she had a smile on her lips and the glazed eyes shining as she was gazing at the morning star.



National Hospital December 25, 2012 ...