I read the story of his life through his eyes
His pain flashed before me
His longing hugged my soul
From across the bus
I sent prayers of comfort
He seemed to have sensed it
For he looked straight at me
Offered a polite nod
As if to say
thank you
(Several people have had that effect on me. I strongly felt their sadness as if it
were mine. For several minutes, I travel with them to a place I can’t describe. At
first I thought it was weird, but I learned to ‘speak’ back to them with my
comforting thoughts. Always, they’d look at me right at that moment as if they
heard my prayer)
Copyright © 2007 by Bernice Angoh
I am sure our spirits can speak to one another. I have traveled to Haiti many times and worked with many people there. I don't speak Creole and yet...we communicate. I was even stopped on the street once and asked why I loved Haiti and why I was there. The only thing that had prompted this question was me smiling at a woman...
Special experiences that bind our hearts together.
Cryssa
Quanda R. Graves (Until...)
wonderful write Bernice...
John
Those that had untold pain can read a book with gratitude.
Georg
Regis (Reg)
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I so totally Believe!! Our Spiritual Voices Do Speak To Each Other. It is possible to feel others. I have goose bumps!
Your Heart Is Huge & Loving!!
Embrasse'
Vickie
Just a slob like one of us,
Just a stranger on a bus
Tryin' to get home."
Between your touching work and a previous previous religous poem that I read, I though thes pop lyrics would be appropriate.
This is a very sad and touching work.
Nice poem Bernice...
J.Earl Evans