A STORY OF HOPE
A few years ago, in an online group, I was given a poetry prompt that consisted of three words – blue, wandering and vagabond. We were then given time to write a poem. I have since edited it and added more. May your heart be touched as you read this story in the form of poetry. (This is not a true story, just something on my heart.)
A Solitary Figure
With nightfall swiftly approaching,
the air felt crisp and cold.
A solitary figure was wandering,
so frail, so tired, so old.
It fluttered in the blowing wind
her threadbare cloak of blue,
threatening now to come unpinned.
Oh what was she to do?
This poor dear homeless vagabond
without a friend in sight,
had hopes that someone would respond
if she called out tonight.
How did she end up in this place
of sorrow and of pain?
Did God somehow run out of grace?
Was all her hope in vain?
She wished some soul would come along
to see her dire need,
and take her where she could belong,
a loving home indeed.
My dad and I walked hand in hand
and almost passed her by,
but saw that she could barely stand,
and I began to cry.
Oh, Daddy can we help this one?
We need to give her aid.
Why is she out here all alone?
She seems to be afraid.
She stumbled now so suddenly
her legs almost gave way.
But Daddy’s arms so lovingly
reached out to help her stay.
Dear mother, why are you alone
on this cold winter night?
Our loving family back at home
will aid you in your plight.
She gratefully gave her assent,
and leaned into his chest.
He lifted her with the intent
to take her home to rest.
How did that woman now rejoice
to feel our special love!
We cared for her, she found a voice
to thank the Lord above.
She will live out her final days
in comfort and in peace,
As in our loving home she stays,
where she has found release.
Open Our Eyes, Lord
Oh God, please open up our eyes
to those who are in need.
Give grace that we may now arise,
and share with those who plead.
(I’m linking up with #SittingAmongFriends)