The Quiet Man's Gift

He was a quiet man, gentle, subdued, small in stature. He’d never been much of a looker. One might not even notice him, as he softly stepped, head down, kicking a stone along the street. But little did they know that when he sang, oh, when he sang, his voice rang out with deep velvet emotion and beauty, like silk flowing upon the wind. He shared his gift with me only once, but he took my breath, and filled my heart, with such radiant peace and joy, rarely known. As for the rest of the world, he softly stepped, head down, kicking a stone, along the street. Little did they know, the quiet man’s gift.