It was a late Friday night, before Christmas Eve. I walked along the sidewalk admiring the grand gleam of the city lights that shimmered along the streets covered in snow, that glittered like diamonds scattered along the ground. Looking down I stubble upon a bundle of letters along the very ground. Tied together with a wicker string. So I picked up the bundled and untied the wicker string. opening each letter with care.
There were 5 letters, each from a different person with different last names.

The first of a child, no older than the age of six. and this is what he wrote,

I am a child, basically alone at the age of 6, living less than a mile from here. I am growing up pretty much on my own. Mom treats me like I'm a nuisance. And my dad left me years ago. Most people don't even act like i exist. I need someone to look at me, to spend time with me. I need someone to love me for me. Will you play with me, hold me, tell me I matter? Will you serve me in love?

And it was written to an angel to deliver to God.
The next, from an old man. Whose age i do not know. So i sit on the wet park bench and read what he wrote.

I am old now. Or at least that is what you would say. I don't feel old, but I guess I am. I used to have friends and my family used to come around, but now they are all gone. I am lonely. I feel like nothing i do matters. I have Lived, and I have learned. Will you listen to me, sit with me, learn from me, give me purpose? Will you serve me in love?

And it was written to an angel to deliver to God.
The third of a family who write about their troubled teen. I read what they wrote.

I am your mother, your father, sister, and brother. I am your family. I live with you everyday. I know more about you than anyone. why have you pulled away from us? why do you treat us as if were not real people? will you respect us, live as Christ in front of us? Will you serve us in love?

And it was written to an angel to deliver to God.
The fourth from a mother, single and alone. Barely making enough to feed the baby she bore. Here is what she wrote.


I am a mother, who has a baby. New to the world, the only thing she knows is hunger. Crying all day and night, she knows no better. But what a mistake i have brought to the world, only to die in misery. Will you forgive a sinner. Who didn't know the meaning of no and Gave myself away, to the hungry monster who is named lust? Will you save the starving child? Will you serve me with love?

And it was written to an angel to deliver to God.
And last, but not least. Perhaps the most moving of all, a letter from a little girl who sits by the window next to a hospital bed, dying and alone. This is what she wrote.


I am little, young and alone. Dying this Christmas of cancer, I am scared but believe that an angel waits to guide me home. Once and for all. Will they meet me here tonight? I hope so. Can i meet you at the golden gate? Will You hold me as I leave? I hope so. Will you serve me in love? I know so.

And it was written to an angel to deliver to God.
So, I smiled and stood up letters in hand as I walked down the street disappearing in the night, so that I may deliver these letters to God.