Sojourner

Sojourner
(revised)

Faithful Job,
like none other,
a hedge surrounds you.
He couldn’t touch you,
without The Lord's consent.

But nonetheless,
on that fateful day,
presented himself,
among the Sons of God.

Lukewarm Laodicea,
Spat out.

A homeless old Woman with matted hair,
festering boils on her hands and face.
who reeked of
vomit and urine,
arrived late and bowing Her head,
timidly took a seat in the furthest corner,
of the last pew.
Everyone slowly turned around to look,
but quickly,
looked away.

Those seated next to her,
well groomed,
finely attired,
slowly arose and silently withdrew.

Undaunted,
continued their ritual.
A hesitant polite wave,
substituted for a sign of peace,
from a safe distance.

The collection plate stopped short of Her,
assumptions made.
Two coins in her hand,
it was all She had,
there remained.

Announcements were made,
when services were over,
volunteers were needed,
so much work to do.

When the congregation was dismissed,
a kind Sister approached her and said:
“We have coffee and donuts
being served in the hall next door,
would you care for some M’aam?”

For the first time,
Since She arrived,
The Old Woman raised her head,
gazed upon her for a long soulful moment,
Her lips never moved,
they didn't have to,
everything about Her spoke;

“Do you know,
Who,
I AM ?”