A short meeting,
just the time spent in line,
she is buying two cans
of soup, off brand.
Apologizing, she counts out her pennies,
I smile and say ‘No problem-How’s your day?’
‘Oh, I’m worried about my boy.’
‘Well, boys are something to worry about.’
‘Yes, I fear he is headin’ to prison-
I caught him drinkin’ again last night
and when they catch him driving…
I worry he will follow his brother to the grave.’
As she turns to leave, I touch her arm,
‘I’ll pray for him.’
And I do-
For him
And her
And for all us sinners
Now and at the hour of our death.
(revised)
thecourseofourseasons 
Kathleen, this is poignant reminder to pray for those we come across each day. I’ve enjoyed my visit to your blog today. Thank you for this place of peace.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Wow…keep praying!
So touching, Kathleen. I know your words comforted her. I know they did me. So poignant, her two cans of soup, counting out her dwindling change. Life can be hard. But beautiful in our shared humanity.