An Ordinary, Extraordinary Walk

An old man takes his daily walk, his old dog limping after hobbling down the city streets, to where it does not matter familiar faces they do meet, some nod, some at times greeting. With heavy footsteps he goes on, gnarled hand on his cane, gripping near church steps, they walk by at dawn, where homeless men are sprawling ancient man and ancient dog, by trash cans, ants are crawling. Through misty morning fog, the pair are viewed by God above heaven watches them with care, covering man and beast with love angels know the when and where, and guide their footsteps homeward. Written on 2/1/2015