Spark of Faith
He needed a job. He was a Vietnam vet and barely making a living. His skills weren’t easily transferable to civilian life, but he was willing to work hard if it meant a safe place to live. He was hired to clean and maintain and he took his job seriously. Although he smiled and said hello, he didn’t invite people in, didn’t trust without cause. On rare occasions he would share a small piece of his story with her.
His transformation was slow and took place mostly in the dark, quiet hours when the doors were locked and he was alone in the peaceful sanctuary. One day he left a poem where she would find it, to let her know that his heart was opening.
When she saw him next, she gave him a smile and a word of gentle encouragement, and for the first time he was ready to hold a hand a take a step on the journey.
Faith
Faith is what saved my
soul
from the devil’s hands,
from the soul’s
quicksand.
Intent on my own self-destruction
for nearly half a century
It was faith that allowed me
to seek salvation.
Faith gave me the strength of heart
to know
that I was one step
apart.
Faith is what allowed me
to say “Father”
to a man
I had never met;
the seed was set.
Faith is what saved me
from Satan’s
sensuous
prison walls.
Faith is what allowed me
to ask about God
from the men in brown robes
and sandals;
Franciscan Monks
with candles.
Thank you for the gentle reminder. 💕