After the Window Washer

I shook his hand

And didn’t let it go

Too soon.

Two other mornings

Over the past few weeks

Had met in the same place

Congenial talks

Liberal smiles

Gave him lots of ear

Now at the place

Of name exchange.

“Doug” (pause)

“Greg” (pause)

Put my hand

Firmly on his shoulder.

He looked sidewise

At this encroachment

“You seem to like that

Laptop of yours, Bud.

What’s with that?”

“Oh, I write things

Poems, usually about Jesus.”

“No kidding?

Is it real

Or just wishful thinking?”

The sun was coming through

The glass now, and hard.

Squeegy guy had just washed it.

I opened my little portable Psalter

And read the first

Fourteen lines Psalm 103.

No use just letting

Greg hear from me.

Divine appointment.

One more time

And the talk just flowed

Both ways.


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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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