The bus is late; and so am I.
But I finally see it on its way.
When it comes I get on board
Grumpily saying "How are you today?"
"I’m Blessed!" is the response I get.
As the driver pulls from the curb.
At each stop we make
All are greeted with a cheery word.
The man across the aisle
In a wheel chair is seated.
Only one leg can I see.
Then with these words I’m greeted:
"What have you done for the Lord this week?"
The question took me by surprise.
"Better to ask what he did for me"
I reply with smiling eyes.
We natter back and forth,
The man in the chair and me.
A woman joins in the chat;
A Baptist, a Catholic and I make three.
Another time there were two men
Discussing the meaning of Bible text.
Others joined with their opinions;
It was interesting to hear what would come next.
I don’ t like to be approached
On the street or at my door
By those who want to convert me.
I think I already know the score.
But those who live what they believe
Like those who ride the bus
Are preaching in a way
That doesn’t make me fuss.
So often when I get off the bus
I am leaving with a smile
For I have been blessed
At least for a little while.
jhs