Thursday, December 26, 2013

A Solitary Figure


With nightfall swiftly approaching,
The air felt crisp and cold.
A solitary figure was wandering,
So frail, so tired, so old.

Fluttering in the blowing wind
her threadbare cloak of blue
was threatening now to come unpinned
Oh what was she to do?

This poor dear homeless vagabond
without a friend in sight,
wondered if 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 her hope all in vain?

Surely some soul would come along
to see her dire need,
and take her where she could belong,
a loving home indeed.

Suddenly she stumbled, so faint
having gone without food,
when gentle arms without complaint
her fall he did preclude.

Dear mother, why are you alone
on this cold winter night?
My loving family back at home
will aid you in your plight.

Gratefully giving her assent,
she leaned into his chest
He lifted her with the intent
to take her home to rest.

How that woman did rejoice
to feel this family's love!
They cared for her, she found a voice
to thank the Lord above.

Living out her final days
in comfort and in peace,
with these dear loving folks she stays,
and now has found release.

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.



This poem was inspired by a prompt from 40 Days of Poetry and Story Sessions.  The prompt was to use the words blue, vagabond and wandering in a poem.

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