His Name Was Sky
Two days ago, the curbside stack of trash was shaping up.
The maximum size of 4W x 8L x 4H was just about done.
About this time, a friendly homeless man suddenly showed up.
He walked toward me and said, "I just lost my apartment".
He said his name was Sky, and I thought, "How interesting".
I offered him food, called a Mercy Pact, that I keep in my car.
He was grateful, but noticed two lawn mowers out back.
Yes, he was a little challenged but of adequate intelligence.
He knew that I was cleaning out the trash, but not that I was moving.
He wanted to look at the lawn mowers. So, I allowed him to investigate.
I offered him the older smaller green mower that ran well, but his eyes
and heart were set on the larger red and newer one that needed a part
and did not run. He kept trying to make the red one run but to no avail.
I suggested the part it probably needed and gave it to him and put $7 in
his hand. With food, a warm blanket I also gave him, a lawn mower, and a few dollars, Sky then departed. He was very happy and said that I made his day. I tell you; Sky made my day.
Everything I did was an effort to demonstrate the love of God, to lead him
to the knowledge of Jesus Christ as his savior. With words yes, but words
accompanied by deeds.
Before he left, I informed Sky that 'our meeting was no accident but a Divine Appointment'. I encouraged Sky and prayed with him. Among other things, I remember praying that God would resurrect Sky to a new life and allow good things to happen to him. My last words to Sky? "God loves you".
010722PSCtest, A Strand (1047), Brian Strand
2nd contest entry: 081322, Your Second Chance 1ST Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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