His tiny frame would tremble, shiver and shake.
Barefoot ,clad in an oversized shirt and someone else’s shorts dripping down below his bony knees, he would hop, skip, jump and pirouette; out of no fancy reason. The jitterbug.
Perhaps he was just happy being alive in a land cursed with the plague of poverty and need.
He would spill water from his bucket, or scatter precious grocery on the path; but wasn’t deterred. The song in his head was loud enough to drown the clamour of the wretched living realities.
He would bring long forgotten smile to lips caked with the dust of misery, people would nod and shake their head at the sight of him.
He would, for a moment; let them live and breathe free, and rejoice in the glory of Lord’s creation
Barefoot ,clad in an oversized shirt and someone else’s shorts dripping down below his bony knees, he would hop, skip, jump and pirouette; out of no fancy reason. The jitterbug.
Perhaps he was just happy being alive in a land cursed with the plague of poverty and need.
He would spill water from his bucket, or scatter precious grocery on the path; but wasn’t deterred. The song in his head was loud enough to drown the clamour of the wretched living realities.
He would bring long forgotten smile to lips caked with the dust of misery, people would nod and shake their head at the sight of him.
He would, for a moment; let them live and breathe free, and rejoice in the glory of Lord’s creation