The Cross.

I was happy to see that my brother brought me my cross on my birthday. I call it a semi-miraculous cross, because, though it has'nt performed any sort of miracles, it's own existence is a miracle. It was thrown in the trash by my family twice, in less tolerant times. It survived a house fire with no damage other than minor burns on the back of it. It has fallen from great heights without damage. It was the first crucifix I bought,when I was still a catholic-minded episcopalian, and somehow, I still have it, though all of the other sacred images I had in those days are gone.

And now, its with me in a new home.