As she goes her way her stray thoughts
are a free-range chicken
scratching at innocent grubs
every person she sees is a target -
How could he let himself go like that?
Who does her eye makeup, Dracula?
Does he think he’s on a safari?
Is she wearing tights or body paint?
Are they as tired of judging her
as she is of trashing them?
What if she had prayer thoughts
rather than stray thoughts?
A blessing to connect beyond her.
A way to give a gift and to receive.
Watch now how she gentles, grows kinder,
see the happiness in her eyes as you go by.
I pray this poem does some good as we get into holiday travel. If you like it, give it a heart. Maybe share it with a friend.
