A Path
On the corner of a forgotten street a man began to pray, his prayers, in the silence, echoed, reaching every corner of the whole neighborhood. Yet it seemed his prayers went unheard. "Dear Lord," he cried into the night, "be you God or his son, listen to me, I beg, for I have fallen on hard times and those around me have deaf ears." Shaking he continued, "Here on my knees, I pray to the, in hopes my voice will not go unheard. I am no special child, but I beg for a savior." Tears began to stream down his face, " My child," he began with a shaky voice." My child has been taken, and with him his mother. My house has been burned to ashes, with it every memory of them. For days I have wandered the empty streets for every friend I had made has turned his back on me. In the truest sense I am alone."
