GO…
I saw a man on the side of the highway.
I drive, returning from a task needed, from a blessing given.
It’s early.
Coffee carafe in holder,
radio soothing lyrical alarm-call,
unshowered / newly-woken / hat-wearing me,
smiling at the weather, the blue skies, the delicate clouds.
And then I see this man.
He wears no vest. He is no city worker. He is no prisoner on mandatory duty.
He is simply a volunteer.
A citizen of his space.
And he’s walking the grassy medians of a dangerous road full of distracted, carless others…and he’s picking up trash.
Stick. Bag. Heart of a servant.
I smiled. I knew “this is my 5 minute. But more, this is my example.“
Thanks for sharing, be blessed.
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Same to you Denise, thank you.
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This is poetic! And powerful. Well done!
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Thank you Stacie for your kind words! I appreciate you stopping by. 🙂
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