A Walk at Dusk


The wind has calmed down and the walking in the parks nearby has resumed. It seems as if everyone is on his or her way somewhere, but the walk goes nowhere, just round about. A man slowly drags his tired body along, and around as fast as he can go. He stops to gaze at the softly swaying blossoms and kicks around in the petal carpet. Why in heaven’s name am I following him? I don’t know him, never have seen him before, and when he turns around, he stares straight into my eyes. It becomes a magical stare and his eyes turn into flowers full petal. We stood starring, my eyes into his eyes, and his into mine. I wondered slightly if my eyes were full of flower petals as well. I didn’t ask.

He asked why my right shoulder was drooping along with the right side of my smile, which drooped down as well. Immediately I decided to run from him, but my shoes stuck as if they had been super glued. He laid his arm across my shoulders and said these words, “definitely a believer.” I stood paralyzed and grateful for his touch. He sounded like he was praying because nothing made sense and I knew he was not talking to me. He began to point at my right lower lip; the one that sags and then, he said, “I believe in a divine recovery.” I will follow you for a few moments and then I will be gone.” So be it. He is gone, my shoulder is straight, and my lip sagging is nearly invisible.

Have faith in a “Divine Presence.”


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. nuala ryan
    Jul 19, 2016 @ 10:34:37

    Do I ever believe in and experience Divine presence all around me and thru your writing !!!!
    Deep gratitude.


  2. Sheila Clapkin
    Jul 19, 2016 @ 10:37:21

    Amazing you should write immediately because, I wrote to you…


  3. Sheryl
    Jul 23, 2016 @ 15:04:39

    I really like the photo that you selected to illustrate this post. They work together perfectly.


  4. Sheila Clapkin
    Jul 23, 2016 @ 17:15:50

    I am pleased the photo worked. Thank you. I did not encounter this spiritual fellow in this Park. Los Encinos in Encino, California
    Some tens of years ago, a homeless fellow was sitting on the side of the walk way and he said hello, I passed him like he shouldn’t be talking to me and he said, “Madam, all I wanted is for you to say hello. It won’t hurt you and neither will I.” I turned around, walked a few steps back, smiled and said, “Hello and thank you for the lesson.”
    I always say hello when I see someone who needs or would enjoy a little recognition and get so many nods and smiles in return. Who did I think I was??? Now I know more of who I am as each day goes by, just learning from this lonely man to say HELLO!
    Thanks Sheryl for allowing me to remember my first hello.


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