Modern Samaritan Poem by Bill Grace

The former green beret
turned author
talked writing
talked books and self publishing
talked about a gold star father.
I listened
I proded
I preened
I offered support.
Never had I intended
to lose a morning listening.


God sends us strangers.
Was this man an angel
with the disability
of an arcade?
Was I listening
for God's whisper?
How hard it is
to stop for strangers
with a heart focused
on a thousand other things.