Touching the Heart of the Heartless
I wonder what it means to save
Or what it means to be saved
I watched the sun set over frosted mountaintops
Munching on a candy cane
I was just a small boy back then
Without looking I walked out into the street
And a car honked and the lights swarmed
Before my boyish eyes as large as dinner plates
That should have been my swan song act
But a gentle soul saved me from oblivion
By pulling me back on to the sidewalk
He was dressed in the tatters of clothes
With a scruffy white beard he might have looked weird
But there was a warmth in his smile
That touched hot chocolate eyes
Eyes that were dormant for so long
Now more alive than ever before
Perhaps more alive than before the war
Before the youth was sucked from his soul
He sat me down on a stair step
And he gave me a Star Crunch
Asking where my parents were
And he spent his last coins on a payphone
Calling my parents to pick me up
And get me out of the chill
And while I sat there then I didn't know it
But I touched the heart of the heartless
And he knew what it meant to save
And also what it meant to be saved
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2020
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