From the trestle to the mine,
The landmarks of my town so fine,
But bricks and cowheads line the shore
Didn’t think I could bare so much more. Life is good with the ones you love,
Don’t complain, trust in God above,
Trains and buses tempting me to roam,
But for now this is home. Growing up in a county so small,
Not sure where my hometown did fall,
The river flows through this place,
Bringing beauty to this space.
An old drifter came to town one day,
Took a bus from the city to find his way,
He begged for money outside my store,
And I usually don’t give, but I gave him more.I gave him three and a devotional of the Bible, He thanked me kindly, and gave a big smile, his hands looked broken and I was focused on them so I couldn’t hear the words that were spoken. I would drive through town and see him almost everyday, we’d give each other a knod as a way to say hey, till I stopped at the store a second day, I saw him eating all alone, so I invited myself to stay. We became friends, talked every day,Shared stories and laughed in his own way,He may be a drifter, but he’s so much more,A hero to many, who have never known before. He was a man who fought in war, he fought till he couldn’t anymore,
Saved his boys, sacrificed himself,
But he survived, with broken health. For five long years, he couldn’t walk,
The war had left him with a shock,
Drinking started, to numb the pain,
But it only led to loss and shame. He’s no longer lost, nor alone,
His pain and sorrow, now unknown,
The Bible’s teachings, gave him peace,
I tried to understand what was being said.this hero bled so I could get ahead. He was a war hero, brave and true,
Saved so many, in Vietnam’s hue,
But when he met me, his life was changed,
And I couldn’t believe, how much God arranged. I felt guilty, how could it be,
That I saved him, from his misery,
But he told me, it wasn’t just me,
It was God’s love, that set him free.
BEN SIMON
5/1/23
Pilgrims Ponder 