TG and I spent a morning together last week running errands. (It's kind of weird how even errands can be fun now, if my kids are with me. It sure didn't feel that way very often when they were small... )
We took time for a quick lunch, then had one more stop to make near campus before I dropped her off and headed back home.
A man sat outside the door of the store, handing out slips of paper. I took the one he offered me, said thank you, and flashed a perfunctory smile. Colorful characters like that are common in the area, dotting the sidewalks and streets, and it's not unusual for them to be passing out flyers or tracts, promoting concerts, products or ideologies.
Believing it held nothing to interest me, I tucked the paper in my purse without a single glance; my mind was on my daughter and the afternoon ahead of me, and I forgot about it.
As we left the store, the man offered another slip of paper. No thanks, we already have one, I told him, with another one of those polite "thanks, but I'm not interested" smiles.
That night, digging through my purse, I came across the paper and read these words.
Feel the breeze
Life is made
Spread my wings
Love has come
All is seen
Love's wind I lean
Take me higher
Above the clouds
Your love shrouds
In Your peace
Is sweet release
Your child takes flight
In Truth is light
Your beauty gleams
Give me strength to fulfill my dreams.
Ah, man. This is what he was passing out? I had carried this treasure around with me all day without even looking at it, and I had passed up the chance for more, or to ask the zillion questions now popping up in my mind, like "are you Rizzy?", or to even say thank you and really mean it?
The poem is full of inspiration for me, just the kinds of words I need right now ... so I'll go ahead and say it, late as it is ...
Thank you, Rizzy.