Ditto to Carmody, this is for my seminary.
Just a Fly on the Wall
By Kate Wynstelle
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I am here.
I came from low
places, I fly. I
don't know where.
Darkness.
Must stop.
Might get eaten
by a bat.
Room.
Warm.
Shelter.
Stay. I will
stay.
Noisy.
Small. Pink.
I see it from the
wall of dirt. It is
a baby. Human, starting low.
In a bed.
Who is the baby? Why is He so special? Why is he here? Why do I feel this way?
More people are coming, herding sheep. They kneel to the babe. What should I do? I kneel, too; lowering my sticky knees to the wall.
I will die soon, but I will never forget the babe in the bed, and how all knelt to Him.
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