Angel's Unaware

Is the knocking at my door a pest this hot and humid day? Or just one seeking shade to rest as he travels on his way. Asking only if he could sit a spell in my shaded front yard. The fact he had no goods to sell had caught me quite off guard. He asked of me a drink to spare from water in my well. While drinking he began to share God, and a burning hell. As I brake bread with this old gent with tearful look he said. I'm thankful for the time you've spent for the water and the bread. I'm tired but I must get on the roads stretching his weary back. Thinking me for lightening his load but alas he had no pack. With deeds and words we do and say showing others that we care. In life while helping others we may entertain an Angel unaware.