I skipped out of church that Sunday
There was a drunken gray overcast
The air was heavy and foul scented
I climbed up on the concrete railing
Perching myself like some giant bird
Looking down at the deceptive water
Waiting for fates sudden gusty breeze
To save my frail courage from failing
But on that morning, it was windless
Any other day would’ve been windy
My bad luck or was fate still toying,
With my mind, my heart, my life?
I remained seated watching, waiting
For answers I couldn’t find elsewhere
Hours past, none came as I felt dull
I stood and turned to get back down
Feeling defeated even more when
My feet landed, a gust of wind came
And removed my hat; it fell down
Upon the same watery surface below
In that moment all I could surmise
Was my hat was gifted mercy I wasn’t
Strange thing to compare oneself to
An inanimate object such as a cap
Frustrated I quickly turned in disgust
At myself, my thoughts and lost hat
I slipped off the walkway curb and fell
Into the street in front of a screeching
Car that came to rest inched from me
A panicked lady rushed out of the car
To my side to offer triage or prayers
Her eyes were filled with teared terror
Thinking the worst had just happened
She knelt down by me; a crowd formed
Her hands were shaking, yet she was
Focused on only my personal well being
My heart filled with embarrassing guilt
As I tried to reassure her, I was just fine
In hopes everyone else would move on
And relieve her of any self-indictment
She helped me to my feet and offered
A ride, then she insisted I drive if I felt
Up to the task, and I eagerly obliged
It was the least I could do for my victim
Of my childish tactics lead by emotions
We hadn't gotten more than a few blocks
When I realized she had been drinking
And was still crying and apologizing
I told her everything will be alright
But she still assert it was all her fault
She had been depressed about her life
And was on her way over the bridge
With the intention of drive off the
Quay in her car after drinking all
Night long to muster up the courage
Her sobbing increased and begged
Me to forgiver her, I wept myself
To the point I had to pull over and
Confess my own foolishness to her
After out tears and shame subsided
We agreed to go for coffee and talk
Four hours later I pulled up at my
Address where a young man had
Been sitting and holding my cap
In his hand, I was puzzled at first
When he explained he found it by
The riverbank stuck on a tree branch
He retrieved it and looked inside to
Notice my name and address was
Inscribed inside on a tag sewn in
Which read, if found return it to
My name and address for a reward
I had forgotten my mother sent that
And as a joke sewn that inside due
To me always losing hats as a child
I gladly offer him a ten dollar reward
He happily accepted and headed out
Then he stopped and said the most
Peculiar thing to both of us smiling
“You know, with a little more faith
And trust in the lord, he wouldn’t have
Needed to do things the hard way for
Just to make both of your lives- happy “
Bewildered I tried to stop him but-
He simply ignored my shouted request
We wed at the church seven months later
And that same young man also appeared
Waving and smiling in the crowd only to
To disappear a mere few seconds later
We both turned to each other… and grinned
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Where flight became stalled
Because fear stood its ground
There- is where I- was reborn
Where I relearned my reality
As broken fragments of a self
Where I’ve seen the unveilings
Of time, truth, and Holy love
Where angels cried and wept
For my salvation and healing
And I- wept along with them
Where fire seared my mission
Forged into my soul as passion
A combatant for the wounded
Of humanities silenced…truths
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November 9, 2020 November 9, 2020
Now the Poet is a story-teller??? Loved it. I think you should write stories too, more often-true or not doesn’t matter. You have the knack, get where I’m at? 😉♥🌹
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I believe I do, and thank you much. ☺️
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btw, are we not all more than we seem? 🙂
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Absolutely! 👍😉
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“Grinned”?
Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays? 😉
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I’m sorry, I fail to understand, Ben.
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I was just being silly. Forgive me, sometimes I can’t contain my inner teenager. 🤡
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Ahh , no issues.
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Very uplifting 😊
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Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you once again.
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You’re very welcome indeed.
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Incredible insight and storyline wow just blown away 😊
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Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you.
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Absolutely amazing …talent!!
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Thanks again…
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