Heavenly stranger

September 28, 2018

Staring at the stained glass

Lost in thought

I think about life

And all the things I've been taught

Something catches my eye

And I turn around

I see a broken woman

Who barely made a sound

She's on her knees

With her hands clasped tight

Praying to her God

For a bed for the night

With no home to go to

And no one to care

She asks her God

"Why am I here?"

A tear streaks her face

And she stands to her feet

She asks for a sign

Before going back to the street

The sun begins to set

And a ray of light blind my eye

I knew right then

I couldn't let her say goodbye

She tells me her story

Of how she became broken

Something stirred inside me

My mothering instinct had awoken

Bathed and fed

I showed her her room

She wrapped her arms around me

And said "Thank you to the moon"

"He answered my prayers

As I was losing faith

He works in mysterious ways

And hes kept me safe"

With her faith restored

She heads back to church

She takes a pew

And whispers "Thank you very much"

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