Walking at midnight <br />Fragile in the rain, <br />I watch the streetlamps sway <br />And the headlights gleam <br />Along the lonely avenue. <br /> <br />Feeling alone <br />As the gentle poems <br />Drift in and out <br />Of dark bars <br />And all-night <br />Party store parking lots, <br />I write my soul <br />On the page of the city. <br /> <br />Everything is salvation <br />Mingled with sadness; <br />I wait for God at the bus stop.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-at-the-bus-stop/
