Lost and Forgotten

He was either asleep or passed-out on the church steps, crumpled-up into a ball like one of God's old, dirty socks that had fallen out the human laundry basket while the Almighty was doing his washing.
"I think this belongs to you." I said to the Heavens, indicating the threadbare lump on the floor. "You seem to have left it behind."
There was no answer, of course. After all, we are made in God's image, and so he also obviously prefers to buy new rather than mend what he already has.

See also: The Acceptable Face of Vagrancy

Comments

[Kathryn]

Thought-provoking and very moving. This should be published somewhere.