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
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