Emissary

Just an ordinary guy
Rusty, dusty job
Nothing special
Ruled by the clock
With assurance nothing really
Changes tomorrow.
Workmates mostly
Disconnected
With foibles
And false priorities
Pushing them forward
Or backward, not sure.
Families, fancies
Just like mine.
And I have heard
The beating of the wings
Seen the movement
Of strange creatures
Of Glory
Wheel within a wheel.
Can’t deny that inner peace.
Known by God
Kept by God
Claimed by God.
And adopted in
Some strange deal
Costing me nothing
But a beggar’s insight.
Break times
Find my Bible open
Find my thoughts elsewhere
But hoping, yes hoping
That some Bud
Wants to know the reasons.
Occasionally one does
And that makes all the difference.
As I pray
Now, Father, now.
In this little corner…Amen