Lord, bless this man.
You are surprised by your own thoughts. Beside you is someone familiar. You examine his face: you recognize him somehow — a deep, burrowing, affinity.
But I don’t know him, you tell yourself. Yet your spirit longs to remember. Reaching, embracing:
Please, bless him. Bless this beautiful soul.
You pause, in awe of your own urgent plea
for a stranger whose happiness
is now your own.