A Better Day



I look around to see,

if anyone has just seen

what I saw.

***

I catch a glimpse

of my reflection

in the glass before me,

that separates me

from the customers

who sit and eat lunch

inside.

***

In the two seconds

as I lay on the cold concrete

and see my reflection,

I want to cry.

Instead,

I gather the courage

aided by embarrassment

and rise.

***

No one seemed to notice

or if they did -

they are either polite

or rude, given their lack of help

as I struggle to my feet.

***

I suppose it isn’t the fact of falling

that causes concern

but the fact that it is happening

and the wonder of what will be next.

***

It’s in the hope of a better day,

the hope of a new day -

that makes life easier

that causes us to keep going – to walk, shuffle, and move on.

***

The hope of a day

when there will be a cure.

Perhaps not now,

perhaps not here -

but for sure

there will be a day

when we will touch the face of Jesus

and be healed.

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