with his bag - 2 pairs of shoes attached
Standing
with his arms crossed
Pain
colors his face
Family
is but a fleeting fantasy.
He loads the bus, spilling the coffee
From the styrofoam cup they gave him
inside as he waited.
He feels blessed and anxious at the same time -
With great anticipation of his first shower in days.
I patted him on the arm as I walked by
and thought how odd that this man
this homeless man - stirs a desire within me.
to assure him
to tell him he is going to be safe
to mother him-
The desire to bundle him up like a small child
and rock his pain away
Even as I sing a lullaby in his ear.
The prayers and the blessings come for him naturally-
I am just thankful when God
loans me his glasses.
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