Since my friend doesn't have a
Car I take her with me to get
Groceries.
But she's a slow shopper.
And then I wait longer while she gets
Her sandwich at the store restaurant.
Often the same clerk is at the counter and
I recognize him now.
Today he was alone without a
Customer.
I greeted him and asked his name.
I couldn't pronounce it, so he wrote it
Down for me.
I asked him about the string bracelet he
Was wearing.
"It's a religious one," he said, a religion
Foreign to me.
"I have one too."
And I help up my wrist.
He was intrigued.
"Would you like to have it?"
"Yes."
He listened intently as I explained the
Gospel with the beads.
Another seed planted.
A morning prayer answered.
As I sit here at a cafe table and write this
Poem I am still waiting for my
Friend, grateful that it is taking her so
Long to shop.