Summer’s radiant warmth fills the morning air

Playing children scamper, filling simple cares

 

Park trees arising with lively hues, bounty of dreams

Dancing shadows flowing beneath, moving like streams

 

People come and go, some stay for more

Singing above, summer birds fly and soar

 

Empty benches welcome many, resting a spell

Inviting a gray-haired man to sit now and dwell

 

Images scurry around him, some only in his mind

Remembering yesteryears, when all felt defined

 

Career, money, and power once meeting his needs

Sitting all alone now, like ancient dried-up reeds

 

One detail has been missing in his life

Leaving God has wounded like a knife

 

Alone, feeling forsaken, helpless at times

Living a life, nothing richer than springtime

 

Laughing and carefree, small children bring him joy

Filling his empty heart, much like a brand new toy

 

At God’s chosen bench, now sharing with a stranger

Smiling, a lady shares about a stable’s Holy manger

 

She notices him here quite often, sitting all alone

Inspired by God’s love, now enters his quiet zone

 

This visit and chat create sweet treasures

Sharing God’s Word, true by any measure

 

Jesus’ message of Salvation brings honest light

Kneeling, the old man accepts his Holy might

 

This worn bench brings God to a lonely heart

Allowing this man, a fresh and bold restart

 

Her assignment being fulfilled, now time to travel on

Replenishing this man’s heart with Grace and a song

 

Many others arrive at this park every day

Missing out on what this angel has to say