Hot Dog of Nazareth

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by yusselah

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yusselah shmuel gordon

wayne theibaud hotdog painting

On the baby stroller I saw a wine goblet and crucifixes.

Bright colored cloths, brilliant and full of light, were immaculately wrapped across the frame. How handily had he tied chop sticks into the sign of the cross. The stroller was adorned so thoughtfully, so artfully. Was there a baby somewhere? Perhaps the little one he had left with the mother?

A stroller like this would be fit for a king.

The man with the straw colored hair and the ruddy face sat quietly on the pavement. It was pocked with gum stains. The concrete had to have been hot. This was a warm July day.

No one dropped coins or bills into the empty coffee cup that he had placed in front. Then it struck me like a revelation: his face, his body, his quiet calmness was like that of the man who came to save the world.