The Scent of Jesus

The man’s eyes were deep green, like marble. His ears were attentive to my words as he held a brown puppy, cuddling the tiny creature. And yes, I, too, became alert to his peering gaze. I stood close to him but spoke with a new friend nearby, listening to her continued statements of loss, her journey, her hopes, a n d her ending up in Texarkana.

I spoke with another friend from the homeless camps who was waiting for someone who had gone to take a shower at the shelter.

I spoke with another, who sat on the steps of the broken wall, laughed a bit, and missed her shower due to her late arrival.