We are spirit energy, stuck in (mostly) clunky bodies, with three-pound brains directing much (often most) of our living. We forget all the time that we mere mortals are much more alike than we are different.
THE COFFEE SHOP
The lights in the coffee shop are still on.
The traveler drags his bag through the door.
The waitress looks up from her magazine.
The traveler makes eye contact.
Coffee is offered. Pie too.
After all, it’s late.
Someone out at this hour must be hungry.
The traveler accepts both.
The jukebox plays old tunes.
The traveler takes a seat.
The booth is worn and old.
The traveler takes a breath.
It’s good to be out of the pouring rain.
After all, it’s late.
Someone offered nourishment.
The traveler makes eye contact again.
The lights in the coffee shop are still on.
The traveler and the waitress talk.
The hours speed by.
The traveler takes his first deep breath in months.
Another cup of coffee is offered.
After all, it’s late.
He might need the hot drink to make it through.
The traveler smiles at the waitress.
The two souls are changed forever.
The traveler slowly drinks the coffee.
The waitress met God with skin.
The traveler met God too.
“The Coffee Shop” From Poems & Random Thoughts About Life by Kay McLane
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Beautiful. Our lives are certainly entwined aren’t they? There are so many opportunities in a given day to have an impact on someone.
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Thank you, Betsy.
There’s so much judging and putting down that so often others are seen only by their appearances. In my poem, the waitress could have definitely just said what was absolutely necessary, but she interacted with him and it changed them both. It’s sad that we rarely take the opportunity to do that; to see God in each other, no matter what we look like.
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