Another Day
(Conversation with a Bag Lady)

Today I met a bag lady, so meek.
She had eaten just enough to live this week
Two objects and her rags she owned;
all her life in her own two hands.
A pitiful shopping bag hung from one arm,
the contents, no doubt, were her possessions all,
while in her other hand was something different:
a clean scrap of cardboard she held at her chest
with words which I did not expect.
She pleaded not for money, bread, or help
and solicited nothing from passer-bys.
Instead her little sign read "Jesus Saves."

All the world was distant for a moment
as I walked by; I was closer to this woman
than to anyone I'd ever been.
Her intense blue eyes drew my attention anew
and we spoke without speach for a moment or two.
To her sign, I said, I know. and she understood.
In beautiful response she said silently,
I'll see you soon with no goodbye
and I said again I know... you will.
And with this each we returned to world
where these such moments are not believed.
But in our fine short silent words
we each other understood... and became eternal friends.

This may have been today's last day
for white-haired lady's city streets.
She had the days food, provisions, will to live.
But did she have another day?
If so she'd live it praising Him;
a selfless beacon to her dirty city
If not she'd see Him who she praised
and soon enough, she'll see me too.
Once again we'll converse so beautif'ly.
And this again, without earthly speech.

     This is something which actually happened to me. Whether you believe it or not is up to you, but that day is one I'll never forget because of one sweet, little old bag lady whom I have no doubt I'll converse with again. May God bless you with such an encounter!