A Stranger came to me, hungry ,cold and lost,
His Ripped and tattered clothing, white with morning frost.
I don`t mean no harm, I heard the stranger say,
Can you spare a little change, I have no where to stay.
His eyes were deep and dreary with his glasses on his nose,
nervous and ashamed as he tried to fix his clothes.
He started to tell his story, why he was living on the street,
I couldn`t help but notice there were no shoes upon his feet.
As tears streamed down his cheek, he spoke about his life,
and of all of his misfortune, and how he lost his wife.
I stroked my hand across his face, to wipe away his tears,
It has changed my life forever, it`s been over twenty years.
I don`t mean to trouble you , with my story that I`ve told,
can you spare a cup of coffee, to warm up from the cold?
I felt a bit of pity, as the stranger displayed his charm,
with over whelmed compassion, I took him by the arm.
The stranger limped on slowly ,keeping with my pace,
humble and so gracious, as it showed upon his face.
We walked around the corner, the stranger took a seat,
His body too weak and frail, from lack of food to eat.
The stranger hung his head as he reached inside his pocket,
to show his appreciation, pulled out an old gold locket.
The stranger popped the locket to open the inside,
He spoke of the locket`s history with dignity and pride.
Speaking of the bible, a passage that of psalm,
With his trembling hand towards me, he placed it in my palm.
He thanked me for my kindness, and said he must be moving on.
I looked up from the locket, to find the stranger gone.
It`s like he disappeared, I didn`t believe my eyes,
for he was not a stranger, but an angel in disguise.
Carna Morton