Relocation

Saw a man at a snowy bus stop Tall and lean Black as black can be Probably in his Sunday best This Monday morning. My guess Sudanese. Here on compassionate grounds Home country ripped apart Tribal and religious strife. What might he have seen Lord? What atrocities and robbery? What loved ones abandoned? With no other apparent choice? Does he have English Can he handle this Awful Waterloo cold This awful Western smugness To the new and misunderstood? Help him Father If it is a search In faltering words For a job For some needed training For a place to bed down. In Jesus’ name. And I drive by These careful words and images My only coins In the stranger’s cup. Until perhaps next time…