A Solitary Man

(This poem was written because of a very vivid dream that I had in 2004. This is written in rhyme, but it is exactly how the dream unfolded.)

 

 

The sheer white billowing curtains
were gently drawn back to the side
so I could peer out of my window
to the blacktop just outside
A solitary man walked down the street
no one seemed to care
as his garments flowed around him
and he had no shoes to wear
I stood and watched in wonder
No one recognized his face
not one small recognition
as he walked down Solace Place

I knew Him not as He walked along
the streets of Galilee
nor when He died upon the cross
on the hill of Calvary

Yet, I wanted to yell to the strangers
that continued to pass Him on the road
that the Son of God is our Brother
heed the gifts that he has bestowed
To tell them that He still walks among us
with the destitute, the diseased and the lame
To treat all of man with compassion
In His eyes we are all the same
Pray to God, our Father
Thank Him for all he has done
Thank Him for all of his graces
and for giving us His only Son

When I opened the window I faltered
for He had turned to look at me
His eyes searching mine for a moment
and after what seemed like an eternity
He came and He stood beneath my window
and reached out His hand to my own
saying
woman, even those walking in shadows
shall never be walking alone
For I have come for all of our brethren
who choose to hear My voice
go out and spread the good news to all
raise a song in praise and rejoice

An original work of poetry by Marianne Hare 8/21/04