Stranger
He saw the old man begging
He saw the young woman fretting
He saw the children messing
Then he sat to watch
The young woman walked by
A tear and a cry
He felt her despair
He had to care
Care for someone unknown
Care for her he would own
He caught up with her
Asked her what's wrong with her?
She saw a man
Of peace and calm with eyes that made her feel welcome.
She broke down to him
He absorbed her sins
She moved along
She turned...he's gone
Suddenly she felt really happy again
The shame melted away
Her mind had healed from the pain she had concealed
The begging man saw the face of a strange man. The reassuring smile and gentle eyes made the man feel at home again.
The strange man helped him up and took his cup
Walked with him to see
A place of refuge where he'd be in peace, warm and free
He settled him in and put his money in a tin.
The tin was gold, the money an amount untold
But the tin would always hold some more money for him
He sat by the window with a fresh cup of brewed tea.
The man smiled at him through the pane so thin,
He felt settled immediately.
He watched him walk away, then simply fade away.
The boys were trying to win, win against everything.
They would block your path and then they would have a laugh
He walked up to them
Then they gathered to see this man
He did not look at them
He stood in front of them
They tried to see
What he was to do but he
Just stood looking down
The boys confused somehow
One pushed at him
Then thought he'd burnt his skin
The heat settled down, no pain just surprise profound
The boys started shouting at him
Insulting and cursing him
The hail did not find the ground
Like missiles it tracked their ground
They moved away
Amazed to see him stay
The hail quickly ceased
The boys in there shelter is where they stayed.
They watched the man raise his head and move along
They settled down and all sat on the ground
Something had happened you see
They'd met a living infinity
They'd all had a brush with a man mysterious
Later they could all track there fate
To meeting a strange man that one day
Was it a vision they saw, a ghost, an angel or more?
One thing they could all agree, he was a healing force to all of them you see.
A man who moved along, a strange man who's face they couldn't recall. The memory of him would not go away,
why?
He changed there lives for the better that day.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2016
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