Sidewalk, I thought of Jack.
For years we had come together to this
Particular nursing home so he could
Give the message on a Sunday
Afternoon.
I studied the group of women who were
Gathered in the familiar room, but
I noticed only one lady, Iris, who
Remembered him.
All the others are gone.
But I could still "see" the gentleman who
Always sat in the front row, a retired
Minister who had a beautiful voice.
I remembered other faces, too, but their names
Were lost to me, just like Jack.
The same shiny black piano was still there, and
Several musicians performed beautiful
Music for the residents.
Then it was my turn.
I "preached" my heart out, using visuals to
Explain in simple language how to know Jesus.
Afterwards I passed out gospel bracelets and
Hugs.
As the residents scattered,
I left too.
And just as I came in, I walked to my
Car alone, and I thought of
Jack.