As I waited in my 2nd hour just to get a ticket with a letter and a number at the DMV. A man approached this seemingly diverse group of tired and frustrated people, introduced himself and said he would like to share a message of hope with everyone.
This is my ode to the preacher man & the DMV>
I sing of the one who speaks from his heart
Who’s penance runs deep and passion spreads wide.
O’ Great orator of the sweet divine,
speak now or forever hold your belief.
So pass out your flyers, your hopeful truth,
and quickly speak before it is my turn.
Quickly will you be rejected, you know
Sharply will their heads turn in great disdain.
Yet you stand your ground, and speak your message,
However incomplete, however wrong.
They will all find their place in this sad line,
pay their dues and be on their way, far gone.
Time moved to slow when the Son had not rose.
On this day, in this line, a man gave hope.
Enjoy! My incomplete never to be finished “ode to the preacher man @ the DMV”
