Sitting on the rim

of an expectant crowd

driven by faint curiosity

I gaze ahead

with vagrant views.

Someone is speaking

softly, slowly, soothingly,

easing the ache

of loneliness and hurting hunger.

I edge closer

across the green turf

drawn by a magnetic love

too strong to resist.

His eyes move over the people and

suddenly reach mine

locking me in awesome wonder.

A healing warmth

flows gently through me

burying the memories

of past pain.

Jesus’ poignant words waft across the throng

to settle in my searching soul.

“Blessed are the poor in spirit

  for theirs is the kingdom of God.”