Along the dark wet avenue,
you ply your way with other pilgrims,
radio on morning news.
I reach out from this window,
the small rectangle you won’t notice
as you pass a thousand others
in brick and wood.
Through thin glass I see you,
know a portion of your sorrow,
even your joy. I wish you life
my unknown friend.
May your headlights guide you
to something like the place
we once called home.
I love this different setting and perspective, Don! Especially, I love the current of blessing that flows out through it. It’s so nourishing.
Exquisitely beautiful.
Thanks for your Guiding Light Don.
An exceptionally touching poem, Don.
OH YES, you’ve captured “IT” brilliantly here… the mindless flurry of our pretended existence. We all need to slow down and really LIVE! Thanks for the poignant reminder, Don…
Don, I like the poem as poem and appreciate the kindness you express in it.
Don, I appreciate the contemporary and original imagery in this poem. At the same time it is universal and healing. How beautiful!
Ask not for whom my light shines, it shines for thee.
Poems like this, and the secret actions they represent, can change the course of a life, and no one knows, except the One who knows. How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given. Thank you Don. db
Very sweet and loving.