Continued from Signs
April 24, 2019
Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me…
So the princess
went off to jail
and all the people
who had gathered—
returned to their homes
to watch the news.
And there, in a dark prison cell, the
princess sat down and quietly cried.
“What will you do now, Princess?”
She looked around, it was dark; she saw no one.
“Ahem? Ok. I rephrase the question?
Princess, what will you do—now?”
(that was the first time anyone ever called her ‘Princess’)
“Excuse me? Who said that?”
All was dark except for a bit of light that came through a window up high.
She thought she saw
something—a shadow move.
“Ta-da! ‘Tis I—Monsieur Claude Chenille—‘World Traveler’; at your service, Princess.”
a tiny caterpillar,
wearing a tiny beret,
from the window
and met her eye to eye.
“A talking caterpillar in a beret. Great. Now I’m losing my mind…”
“You were expecting a cricket, perhaps, eh? Or maybe a hippopotamus?”
“A talking caterpillar and a comedian! Well then funny little bug,
tell us a joke and cheer me up.”
“As you wish”.
And he bowed low
Cleared his throat:
“Exactly! Who are you?”
for talking to a bug—and a bug wearing a beret no less—
“Ah—you know what they say, Princess-‘if you can’t laugh you will cry’!”
This, of course,
made her cry.
“Why do you call me ‘Princess’? Are you being mean to me?”
To which the little bug piped up: “Oh mon amie, non!
Are you not a Princess in need of a little joke??
Something to make you smile?
C’mon Cherie Poulet.
You know Me!
And you know I
would never leave you!
So, tell me-what are you going to do now?”
The Princess sighed,
wiped the tears from her eyes,
looked directly into Claude’s
“What choice do I have? I’m locked in prison if you hadn’t noticed.”
“Did you check the door to make sure it was locked?”
assumed it was locked.
Sure enough though—
“Did you think Fear could keep you locked up?”
that won’t solve anything.
They will look for me.”
“And you don’t want to run from
Fear, eh? Just shows up one night
and it’s ‘off with your head!’”
(her eyes lit with laughter at vision of it)
“Well, then” he turned to climb back
up the wall
to the window
where the light was fading—
what to do
and I have
to tend to
so I bid you
“Wait!” She protested, “Don’t leave me here alone!”
“My dear, Princesse.” (and here Monsieur stressed the accent)
“You are never alone…”
And she exhausted, smiled,