UN (Titled)

Another endless day
Nothing to do, and no energy to do it.
Who am I?
What am I?
I am an endless pill bottle
medicines continually forced down my throat
and dropping to oblivion.
I am barely enough flesh to cover my fragile bones.
I am the one left behind
Refuse legacy of rubbish parents
A shadow staining the sunshine of others
lives until the heat of life scorches
My listless leaves and stunted roots
and I too,
fade away.
I am sick.

A voice says
"you are a princess"
and I see a crack of light on the dark floor
of my room.
Weakly
I push my hand into the strip
and stretch out my fingers in the ray.
It is warm.
One, two, three, four
My fingers beat a slow dance
Pulling dust motes
through the current of light.

I had forgotten the voice
but He speaks again.
His voice is warm
like a mug of hot milk before bed
like a thick blanket on a wet
night during the rainy season
like the hand of my mother on my shoulder.
"Do you know what a princess is?"
This is a silly question.
Princesses have fine shiny clothes.
They live in palaces.
They are never sick.
But to explain these things requires
energy--too much energy
So I reply
"no"
"a princess is just the daughter of a king"

A long silence.
Thoughts dance slowly
like dust motes in the beam of light.
The daughter of a king...
How many kings are in the world?
Some.
If I had gone to school I would
know how many
The daughter of a king...
Who is the greatest king
in the world?
The greatest king is not in the world--
It is God
He is the High King over all
Rules all sheep and cattle
birds and men
High, high king
Who are His children?
A phrase from church
"to as many as received Him
He gave the right to become
Children of God"
I walk my fingers down the ray of light.
I have received Him
I am a child
I am a child of the King
I am a--
My fingers stop their journey.
In the quiet my voice seems loud

"I am a princess"

for Jesus

also Finona, Silvia, Christine

and Susan 

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