Living Among God's Handiwork

What Happened When I Left a Poem On a Bench

Such an interesting situation

I left a poem on the bench

For someone to read, a particular someone

I wrote about them in my poem

Now I see him, the one I wrote about

Coming close to the bench where I left my poem

My goodness 

I can't believe it

The one I wrote the poem for 

is sitting

right there.

Next to my poem. 

All of a sudden I cant take it any longer

The suspense of wondering

Did He read it?

He's not even looking at it.

He put it beside him.

Now a familiar face wanders near the bench

One I've met before

She has a child

Her child enjoys my dogs 

They visit often

So I think about this all quickly in my head

I want the young man to read my poem

I ponder

.

..

...

Of course

I'll talk to the one I know

the one with the child

in her hands

I walk over awkwardly say hello

and tell her how I wrote a poem

About the young man sitting behind her

Playing Guitar

She says what.?

She clearly doesn't understand

I stumble through my words

But I sound worse and worse

So I decide to excuse myself from the situation

I walk to the young man playing guitar

I look him in the eye

and ask did you read that

He says no, I just set it over here

I say oh okay

Then I stumble on my words and say

Well you are in it

He looks at me confused 

What he asks

I wrote about you in my poem

So you should read it I say

Okay he says

I ask him who he lives with

his family, his host family

He's from Michigan he lives with a host mom and dad

He is here to play for the school of worship

Living Light.

I stand amazed.

My hands violently swing back and my mouth widens in surprise

I'm going there tomorrow!

For the very first time.

I stand in utter .. shock.

Shock.

Good shock.

But shock.

Was this meant to be? 

Apparently because it happened.

Happened all too strangely.

All too wonderfully.

12 years here and I've never met a stranger

Whom I've had the audacity to approach 

And now this stranger that I approach

Is really not a stranger after all. 

Shock. Utter Shock. Reality.