Layman's Terms Poem by Tom Squires

Outside are falling footsteps heard
The night will not contain
Highway scene out searching for
In sleep there is no pain
Or ghost in the street
And everyone you meet
Recede with their shadow
Through some door
And a hitchhiker makes
Very few mistakes
Their thumb and their thoughts
And the road
While a church bell it rings
In the distance of things
Like Jesus in spring
Hopeful and patient
While waiting in silence
Watchful and rising
And seeing and hearing
The truth that we find
Like cold on a Sunday