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:
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.
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