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

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