***
“I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.” – Blanche DuBois, in A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams
***
Computer, bag, stuff sitting
on a table in the
cafe where i am
sipping, writing, musing.
Sipping overmuch i think because
(sheepishly)
i have to evacuate.
Next to me there is a
someone
minding their own business
sipping, writing, musing.
In some worlds i would not have to ask
would not fret the safety of all my
stuff
but in this i must impose upon the
kindness
of a someone i don’t even know
to watch it, guard it, as if
it were their own.
When i come back
i smile and say
thanks
because all my junk is still
there.
In some worlds a someone might not be so
generous
with their time, effort, watching
and would instead
sip, write, muse
while another someone
picked me clean.
But in this one,
i can smile
and say
thanks
because i have leaned, even just for a moment
on some
someone
who did for me a
kindness.
***
Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ. – Galatians 6 : 2
That was another excellent post today. You make it look so easy. Thanks so much for sharing. I really enjoyed reading it very much. Have a wonderful day!
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Very kind words. Thank you sincerely.
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Something about this makes me meditate on how good it is to give thanks. Not just the idea that it is good because we are supposed to do it, as a duty, or because it is a debt owed. But really good for us. It is good and pleasing to be filled with gratitude. My understanding is that the word Eucharist means Thanksgiving, and so our most profound act as humans, the worship of God given to us by God, is returning the gift of thanks.
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It is good. It is also restorative of our proper place when we are aware that all good things are from above. Phil. 4 springs to mind. As it relates to this subject, i simply find appreciation that even though the world has many elements of brokenness to it, He has mercifully infused that brokenness with some of Himself. Because of this we may all see His goodness and kindness, especially in one another. As always, your commentary is valued and appreciated.
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Can’t believe you wrote a poem about this very conundrum. My sister mentioned the other day that she hates when she has to go to the bathroom at Starbucks, when she’s got a seat and doesn’t want to pack up her laptop and everything, but has to ask a stranger to watch it. It’s a situation I had never considered, till she mentioned it. Funny! (And I liked your way of putting it:)
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How funny! Well, now it has been set down in pseudo-literary form.
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