The Man Who Carried the Light
I walked that road when crisis struck—
voices blurred, strangers recoiled,
and help summoned cold authority.
Then a kind man appeared—
heart vast as hope’s horizon—
he paused his world to meet mine,
ran through traffic, time bending to his kindness.
In less than an hour, my turmoil bowed
to a gentleness I thought lost.
Across the miles, a penny’s cost
multiplies—mockery, bullying, endless arguments
shaded me like a storm cloud.
Yet in that moment, compassion broke open the sky:
food offered freely, effort given whole.
Greed rules,
its consequences spiral endlessly.
And yet—
I sense kindness blossoming,
somewhere, somehow,
in a world that claims no freedom,
God still throws lifelines
to those who drown in sorrow.
Today was the toughest day on earth—
but God's angels came disguised
in two rescuers, strangers turned saints.
Their hands reshaped my world
from worst to better, shadow to light.
This is my truth, my life in verse:
that one act of genuine help
can reroute a soul’s journey toward hope.
Gratitude blooms in this sacred space—
let it stand as a testament
that from hardship, hearts can heal,
and kindness can change a life.
(For those who carry light without knowing it.)
Copyright ©
Rowena Velasco
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