Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God – Matthew 5:8
Random acts of kindness
Can be found just about anywhere.
Can I get an Amen to that? I suppose
Even the cutthroat rich
Can be philanthropic, but more likely
The barely-above-poor will give his only shirt.
Like the time an elderly couple only had two pieces
Of pie, but left a twenty for a struggling waitress,
And scribbled a simple note on a napkin
Telling her how her aura warmed the diner.
Or when the newlyweds came for lunch
On Easter Sunday, counting coins on the table
For an eight dollar meal the two of them shared
And later learned, a stranger had paid for it.
On an everyday-kind-of-Monday
I find family at a Waffle House
That I don’t often find on Sundays
In some Houses of the Lord.
On those same forsaken days, He left there too.
I can just about see Jesus coming
Through a set of brown-rimmed glass doors
In his suspendered country-bumpkin jeans
Feeling right at home with a cup of coffee
And a bowl of grits. He’d sit there and say
Hello with plenty smiles to pass around
As if they were loaves of bread, and fishes.