An Ordinary, Extraordinary Walk
An old man takes his daily walk, his old dog limping after
hobbling down the city streets, to where it does not matter
familiar faces they do meet, some nod, some at times greeting.
With heavy footsteps he goes on, gnarled hand on his cane, gripping
near church steps, they walk by at dawn, where homeless men are sprawling
ancient man and ancient dog, by trash cans, ants are crawling.
Through misty morning fog, the pair are viewed by God above
heaven watches them with care, covering man and beast with love
angels know the when and where, and guide their footsteps homeward.
Written on 2/1/2015
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