©2011 Sherri Woodbridge
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.
Journeying with you ~
