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- TITLE: The Prayer Rug
By Eneida Moscon
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"Humm," she muttered and closed her eyes. On the floor, a prayer rug waited for her knees. One week had passed since she started a knew practice of morning prayers, and now she felt her enthusiasm for prayer had vanished. The whole thing about this prayer method began after that terrible Sunday morning at the Church. She didn't mean to float in front of the whole congregation as she did. She was just playing her violin. It was Holy fault, she said, but nobody believed her, and a Church member even called the police. If wasn't for one of the pastor's friend, who had a good connection with the mayor, she probably would be held forever in one of those freak laboratories of hybridization. Belauca said they would do a lot of tests on her to find out how she could fly.
"You promised me that you would control your gifts, Shalon", Belauca beefed when they glided out of the FBI Boston Division and walked straight to a nearby rug store. Her grandma called it a needed "prayer rug".
"I know grandma," Shalon interrupted, lifted her hands and recited, "The spirits of the prophets are subject to prophets. I have to master the gifts or "they" will take me away from you once for all..."
"Yes, my dear," Belauca said and stoped on the walkway. She turned and held Sharon's face with her hands. "You can't let people see you floating or flying when you're filled with the Holy Spirit. People will get scared and they will call the police. They will think you're a hybrid, a batgirl, who knows what they could think?" Belauca snickered and held the tears from coming out her eyes.
"I know grandma, don't worry, " She embraced Belauca's waist and rested her head over Belauca's breast.
"I won't fly or float anymore, I promise... Holy will teach me." Shalon closed her eyes and pouched her mouth. She would not cry, she would not make it harder on Belauca.
"Yes, my love," said Belauca." Holy will always help you..."
A voice came from down stairs and brought Shalon back from her memories.
"Shalon, are you awaken? Today is your birthday, we can't be late. And don't forget to practice your prayers..."
"Yes, grandma, I'm praying right now," Shalon yelled back.
Sharon turned twelve. Belauca had asked Mrs. Dorothy, her best friend, if they could have Shalon's birthday party at her beautiful and large porch. "Of course", Mrs. Dorothy said. She delighted herself in the idea of having people coming at her large house. Mrs. Dorothy had the hospitality gift and the spiritual cooking gift too. People used to say that there's no spiritual cooking gift in the bible, but Mrs. Dorothy didn't care what people thought about her spiritual food. She said she cooked her special dishes and delicacies by the Holy Spirit, and at the kitchen, Belauca always sought to get some impartation of her anointing. Everybody who knew Mrs. Dorothy's food believed she was very gifted. She was about sixty seven years old, the same age of Belauca. The old ladies became friends twenty years ago, when Mrs. Dorothy came with her family from Nigeria to New Hampshire.
Shalon dropped herself down at the prayer rug. Over her knees, she bent on the ground and started praying.
"Dara la mara nay... Dere me new... Hogo do... Herrera..." She stoped and lifted her head. She was two inches out of the ground.
"Why is this so boring...?" Why they don't allow me to fly? She said and winced. Her hands and knees fell back down over the rug. "Please Holy, help me," she prayed again.
An invisible and warm breeze expanded outward of Shalon's body. Her mind became clearer, her body became lighter, but she was still on the ground. She sensed Holy's Presence. She looked at her hands and legs, she smirked and swayed her head in admiration. Yes, she was still.
"Dere me ney.. yerego... canta lamachuria... I love you Holy... Thank you Lord Jesus..."
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