Freedom From Self
Was walking my very old dog the other day.
She was sniffing things I couldn’t smell,
did not want to think about that, either.
Homeless man on a park bench,
No solace from this humid day,
wrinkled GLAD trash bag for a suitcase.
Seems like he traveled a long time.
Final destination in his eyes,
as my very old dog sniffed his feet.
He tried to pet her ears,
as she startled and ducked away.
I apologized for her social angst.
He smiled sadly and held his suitcase tight.
Wanted to give him something, but,
I had nothing to give, so I thought.
Took my trash out that that humid night.
Thought about the homeless man.
Said this prayer;
Dear God,
Please help me to not be afraid of other peoples lives.
Release my chains.
Please set me free from, the bondage of myself…
Patsy, 2018
