Now I lay here
Cold and still
As white as the snow
On the windowsill
The air is cold
The night is deep
The blood on my lips
Was my promise to keep
But the sky is broken
And I am alone
And the silver wind’s leaves
Over my body have blown.
How sad, you might say.
A virgin-white beauty.
To young to have loved,
Still blooming in purity.
See how she holds
The lily in her hand,
Pressed to her breast
Untouched by a man.
How like a little girl
This rare beauty seems.
She’s gone; but you’ll see her
At night in your dreams.
I was at the District Convention. I was getting a drink of water just as the brother was beginning the first talk. A little boy, about seven, bumped into me, then out of anger, shoved me out of his way and kept walking. He was small, blonde with blue eyes. He was cute, but had a very sour expression on his face. I looked around to see if there was someone around to discipline him, even an attendant, but there wasn’t. So I grabbed him and knelt down to talk to him. He started struggling and trying to get away so I put my arms aorund him and squoze him as tightly as I could. He started to calm down and I told him to be more careful. He put his head down, ashamed, but still angry. I talked to him for a few minutes, asking him questions and trying to be really gentle and understanding. He slowly started to relax. At the end I told him that I could tell he was a really good person. Then I gave him another hug and he hugged me back. Then I let him go and went back to the drinking fountain. I felt like I had made a new friend.
Oh, when we were talking, he was talking in his regular voice which was attracting attention. I asked him if he could talk in a whisper but he said ‘no’. I whispered even quieter until he finally started matching my voice.