The door opened and there he stood,
Out of the way, against the wall,
Was he coming or going?
I’m not sure he thought he should.

He found his way through the bookshelves
amongst the make believe and the deepest of hearts.
He stood with arms raised, palms up, and eyes closed.
Spirit filled ripples reached across the room from where he stood,
I stopped….knowing I should.

I should stop for a moment and breathe in his praise,
his faith seen on his tired worn face.
It didn’t matter that his hair was unkept,
or the hem of his dusty long legged jeans were frayed and torn,
all that mattered was that he stopped for a moment
and lifted a prayer… his presence in this room… adorned.

February 2, 2017