Thursday, January 30, 2014

On Maple Street

there she stood with her thumb out
on Maple Street of all places
two degrees out, bitterly cold
why would a middle-aged woman hitchhike?

no traffic coming
I looked as I turned
I stopped for her
and learned her story

I gave her a ride a few miles to work
and received a blessing

I took a different route home that day
and found that God needed me
to give a ride and a blessing

January 30, 2014

©Linda H. Feinberg

1 comment:

Joe Smiga said...

Linda, your poem reflects the spirituality and kindness in your heart. I sense a second poem coming from this experience whereas you were concerned no one made sure this lady had transportation in this severe weather.