The weather outside grew dark and windy

My little home had an ambiance fit for royalty

It was here I would relax in my shelter

Sharp bangs of thunder were clapping outside

As I looked out of my window I seen a lone figure standing under a tree

It was a girl who had bruises on her face

She was no more than forty five feet from me

I had no secret agenda but I left my house and approached her

She seemed very young as walked closer to her

Hi I said would you like to come into my home to keep out of the storm

She was stoic but followed me into my home

I introduced myself and she replied rather shyly Mary

That is all she said as I offered her some espresso

She took the dark coffee and gulped it down

Finally she began talking, thank you sir she said

I was told by my friend to stop here with you if I needed aid

She mentioned the tall slim man who had visited me months before

His name as she knew him was Immanuel

Of course I knew she was referring to Jesus Christ

I asked her would she like for me to aid her facial wounds

She replied no, the wounds would dissipate

She also replied her wounds were caused by rock throwing mistaken people

Mary said more need would be necessary for others

I listened intently as she spoke

I must leave now she said, I have more to do for the Master

She touched my hand as she left my home

The storm had subsided completely

As I sat and pondered to myself

Will I live much longer to help the unfortunate

Tony Mike Nerone

03-04-11 .