I’m always reading, or at the very least perusing a book, jotting down words or phrases that woo from the page.
For instance, I’m rereading the entire Poldark series, this time in order, and Winston Grahams’s language has me swooning, the latest being…you will come brave again, meaning, you will heal and be yourself once more.
I just love that.
Dusky, is another term he likes describing a Cornish femme fatale.
Cut to…the Bible, another book sitting on my shelf between Rebecca and a tome on Teddy I too, like to pick up and thumb through.
Peter caught my eye this morning I’ll share in Susannahese.
God keeps asking him, do you love me Peter? If so, feed my sheep. Peter, seems distracted, probably texting some dusky girl he likes, because God keeps asking, Peter do you love me?
Peter finally says, yeah, sure God, of course I love you…
God says, then feed my sheep.
I interrupt this as, give to someone else. Do a brother a good turn.
FEED MY SHEEP!
So it’s New Year’s Day as I card myself into my bank’s foyer to grace the ATM, seeing a young man of color standing in the corner, bent over scrubbing his sneakers with a toothbrush.
No, I didn’t make this up.
Now the New Yorker in me says, maybe you shouldn’t be withdrawing money at this time since, there’s no security guard, but the Joan of Bark side called out, “Hey, you okay over there?”
A face that would break your heart, looked up from his brushing and said, “Yeah, I’m okay,” paused before asking what I couldn’t hear but assumed was, could I spare a few bucks.
FEED MY SHEEP, was echoing in my head like a Stones song, having 2 choices, one to say no since, the ATM doesn’t give singles or fives, or to just part with a ten.
FEED MY SHEEP!!!
So I hand it over but, before leaving say like an elder since, he couldn’t have been more than 18, making you wonder, what in hell happened here, he’s out on the street…
“Promise me, you’ll use it to eat.”
12 Step would say, I had no right saying that, but God begged to differ since, man can’t live by crack alone.
That beautiful face lit up like a sunrise and said, “Ah promise Miss.” (oh, he called me Miss)
“And maybe you should get a new toothbrush,” said I, suddenly seeing sheep in CVS in the Oral Hygiene aisle, bahing.
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