Sky is that bright grey white <br />without an early morning cloud in sight. <br />Speaking of a cold, cold night <br />and herald to a sunny day. <br />As I went into the station <br />filling up with fuel for today, <br />on a wall a shadowed figure, <br />to and fro I saw him sway. <br /> <br />Hair was long and unkempt frizzled, <br />coat was grey and much the same. <br />Bags around him pathetic treasures <br />to see him through another day. <br />As I looked and watched him sway, <br />in his heart, I heard it beating <br />It beat in my minds ears <br />and I heard it say. <br />I am lonely, and today <br />I may despair, despair I may. <br /> <br />I stood and loved him, truly loved him, <br />but I found not anything I could say. <br />I did not interrupt his slumber, <br />no not anything to him did I say. <br />I told God about him swaying <br />And just simply asked Him <br />Please God bless his day. <br />He just sat there gently swaying <br />knowing nothing of my praying <br />and I just went back on my way.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swaying-and-praying/
