I asked to meet You

Yesterday when I was in the garden

Fed up with my week

Trying to help the frail and weak

Feeling flustered by the sick and their poor nutrition

Almost ready to give up

Tired of watching people muck

Overjoyed to be alone

Burned out by definition

A Sunday afternoon

I was by the water and among the trees

Surely You’d been listening

He showed up on the path

How opportune

I was coming out of the forest

It was mostly empty there in the park

Then I saw a man who looked like a tourist

He had blonde shoulder-length hair

He held a soda in his hand

His gait was lax

He smiled politely as I walked by

I noticed a special twinkle in his eye

His facial features were small

His stature stunted

He sipped the soda while he bounced along

No one else around

“Are you lost?” I asked him

He sat down on a whim

And pulled a camera from his pocket

He took pictures of the trees

“No, I’m just trying to not forget,” he said, his speech slow

His polaroid clicked and he handed me a picture

Red and white roses in bloom

He told me, “God loves you, you know.”

He sipped his soda

I told him thanks and walked along

Peace in my heart so very strong

I looked at the picture then looked back

He was gone