Blanket From a Stranger (Poem)
It was windy and rainy
As she sat on that lonely bench in the park.
The sun was going down too fast
Before too long, it would be cold and dark.
All around her were unfamiliar and unfriendly faces.
Maybe even some who planned to do her harm.
And the only thing she had with her
Was a blanket from a stranger to keep her warm.
She was a teenaged runaway
With a story too long to be told.
Her family was somewhere far away
And she was on the street, surviving the cold.
She moved from place to place
With no place to call her home.
That blanket from a stranger
Was the only thing she could call her own.
The pink wool was starting to get faded
And a little bit tattered.
But it still provided her with comfort and warmth
When comfort and warmth really mattered.
She didn’t know the woman who gave it to her.
It was just some random lady passing by on the street.
But, when you don’t have a roof over your head.
Even a blanket from a stranger is a welcome treat.
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Because when most people ignore you
Or, worse, silently judge you and stare.
It’s always nice to receive a gift
That reminds you there are still people in the world who care.
She didn’t make it to church every Sunday.
Most of the time, she didn’t even know where she was going to sleep.
And, she was sure, in God’s eyes
She was one of His lost sheep.
But her blanket from a stranger
Reminded her God still loved her.
Because the woman who gave it to her asking nothing in return
Was surely one of His angels walking on the Earth.
This poem and others like it can be found in my book Does God Cry? Available online at Amazon.