The former green beret
turned author
talked writing
talked books and self publishing
talked about a gold star father.
I prodded -
I preened -
I offered support.
Never had I intended
to spend a morning
with this man.
God sends us strangers.
Was this man an angel
with the disability
of an arcade?
Was I listening
for God’s whisper
where I did not expect
to hear?
How hard it is
to stop for strangers
with a heart focused
on a million things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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