God Willing

He wore an old Army jacket

And had for some time

As it was tattered and worn

His face was weathered and red

And in a roll, he carried his bed

The temps were dropping to a record low

And the night wind was starting to blow

"Let me give you a ride

I know a shelter where you can abide"

He shook his head and said,

"To those places I` don't go

They always cause me woe."

I pressed a few bills into his hand

"Get some hot coffee…

It's going to be a cold night, man"

"Thank you," he said

And shouldered his bed

"Keep your back to the wind

And...God willing...

I'll see you somewhere again…"

©February 8, 2009

Faye Sizemore

"In the End, we will remember not the words

of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."

- Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)