Friday, April 28, 2023

A resurrection story (2)..


Recently, Diane and I were on the departure road from a fast-food
place.  As often happens, there appeared a homeless man with
his sign, which pointed to his desperate lot in life. Whether to stop?
Imagining our left-over cash in our wallets, we said no, but then
backed up, for what reason we knew not.  

Resurrection seems always a surprise.  This man took our donation, 
and gave us something in return.  He mentioned that he was poor
because he could not make a living doing what he loved..writing
poetry, as on the tattered piece of paper shown above.  A poem
that is worth infinitely more than our small donation..three people
seemed suddenly to be in resurrection territory,  just then... 

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