Life Is Stranger Than Fiction
A tattered old man from the east approached
Spouting words of a God I'd never known
Doubts built a dam of fragile little sticks
Carried down stream when he whispered this-
"Your heart was broken and you walked away-"
"-you carry the weight of the weak today-"
"-heart beating strong, despite the rain-"
"-you're a good man, each and every day."
Con men say what we need to hear
But before I turned, he'd quelled my fears
From a wolf in the flock, to a kind old man
To enigma who knew what I'd never said
"Sara-" he spoke, "-was once your world-"
"-stripped away by the great unknown-"
"-choices good, unclear and wrong-"
"-littered the trail you both walked on."
I froze and thought how could he know?
He smiled and said "He told me so"
Still I knew it couldn't be
That a god could live and speak to me
I forgive, let go, and carry on
I love each moment before it's gone
If words were wings, they'd set us free
I'd float up high and reach the sun
If God did speak, it'd be in song
In the silence as you rest in your lover's arms
Sung in the hiss of the sighing trees
And in the song of the roaring sea
I asked at last "how could you know-"
But before I spoke, the man was gone
A moment passed, but I found myself
On a road not walked, and in silent song
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