Dear Anonymous,
He stands in the light for me. And this is enough.
I bring a turkey dinner. A casserole with turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes and stuffing. Hot. All homemade.
No one wants any. This is the truth.
'But, you have any of that coffee cake?', one asks.
Everyone on the run. Needing to move. Or agitated. Or needing a drink or a cig or a fix or a strip. As one young man who drops everything at least twice and drops something else each time he picks something up says, 'We're all just human piñatas out here.'
A good lesson. What is needed is not always what we think. It is not always what we believe. Or what will make us feel good. Amen.
That turkey casserole? It found a welcome home elsewhere. Nothing wasted. And deeply appreciated.