Thoughts to think about

The Messengers

A friend, an acquaintance, a stranger unknown,  stops for a moment. Their story unfolds.  A rumbling tale of a week gone by, of trials endured, of lessons implied. 

I listen close as they softly confide, of mornings began with prayer as their guide. Of scripture spoken, of wisdom heard, of books uplifting—a journey stirred. 

Their words remind me, as echoes rise, of truths neglected, left behind. 
The weight of days, the hurried strain, 
Had blurred what mattered, dimmed the flame. 

Yet here they stand—a voice, a sign, 
A gentle prompt from hands divine. 
Through chance encounters, paths align, a whisper sent, a love refined. 

I thank these messengers, placed so near, for guiding vision, making clear. 
For turning focus back again, to Him who holds the hearts of men. 

God dwells within life’s smallest thread, in fleeting moments, softly said. So let us cherish, let us see, the messengers sent to you and me. 

D. Charles Wilson – 06-05-2025