Meeting God In Strangers
Meeting God in a stranger is always a treat.
It was a rare day. I was totally beat.
I was exhausted from trying to change a tire.
Had left my wallet at home. Was at the end of my wire.
My jack was not working. Triple A was two hours out.
I was irritated and hot and ready to pout.
Hey! Someone said Do you have a dollar for me?
I turned and was astounded to see not one but three.
The man had the nicest smile. The child looked sad.
The dog was pathetically happy. No one was mad.
I wish I did I told them. I left my wallet at home you see.
We all blessed each other, and they prayed together, these three.
Yes, I am including the dog for I feel there is no mistake
That God and Dog have all the same letters you make.
I met God in these people with their homemade sign.
Determined to come back and help them later, a decision, mine.
I came back to this spot around noon the same day.
But they were gone, these beggars put by God in my way.
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