an angel on the street

it was strange
how this stranger
approached me
and left a verbal
message, a slight
and short but
insightful note.
why are you wearing
those clothes, he
asked. his blue
eyes were radiant.
his a hair an
explosion of brown
locks. it was cold,
rainy, the wind
rattled my car
and blew in when
i rolled down the
window to see what
he wanted. he had
nothing else to
say expcept, to
nod, to smile,
to back off and
say, have a
blessed day. and
the heat that entered
me when he left
was a furnace of
warmth, it filled
me up for a few
minutes and i
began to cry, not
your normal tears,
but deep, soul
wrenching tears
of joy and
amazement at
this sudden filling
of fire within. it
was strange, very
very strange indeed.
things haven't
been the same
since then.