God gave me an chance to pray for you
Today. A stranger whom I now know as
Lori. Twas a chance meeting.
God put me there in front of
You sitting in the cold,
Eyes filled with tears,
God Bless You Lori. “He is the “God Who Sees You” and He will help you.
Smiles are shared
With strangers on the street
Stores are filled with
Shoppers looking for once a year treats
To share with others generously
There’s just something about Christmas
I am a helper,
I love to help,
But why doesn’t everyone?
Why are some selfish,
Unwilling to give a helping hand?
I just don’t understand it at all!
They are missing out on so very much.
And all sizes
They hold things inside
Secrets, treasures, dreams
Or maybe unwanted things like
Handle all boxes with care because
They can be damaged inside and out
To no avail
I thought and pondered
And racked my brain
Even searched and researched
Yet nothing came to mind
Inspiration hid from my brain
Ideas could not be found anywhere
So I sit here with blank mind and blank paper
Poets find sleep?
Or what they might think
In those dark night watches?
As they contemplate slumber?
Are their mind’s in calm repose?
How do they enter into somnolence?
Poets count syllables instead of sheep!
We smiled, chittering and chattering
As daylight filled with bright sunshine
Spilled upon us walking sprightly.
In the distance a lion roared
But the sound did not reach
Our quiescent ears
Dulled by sleep.
Our guard down,
To stand and fight
The enemy attack.
Unprepared for battle,
Head and heart vulnerable
To fleshly fear and worldly anger,
We attempt to vanquish our beastly foe
Unprotected. We cry out for God to help us!
Reverse Etheree and Etheree
Based on 1Peter 5:8 and Ephesians 6:10-18