When we truly care about what we may have stored in faith
Our material desires seem to become far less
For the Spirit requires that we travel light
Unencumbered by our yesterdays
And not living for tomorrow
Before I could put another letter on this page
A young man walked into the store
Shoulder length matted dreadlocks, mustache, and a beard
The uncustomary looking customer asked for a cup of water please
In what felt like time stilted slow motion I complied
Finger nails black with residue
Hands so soiled too
Holding up coins, he offered an exchange
Can I give you my pennies for a little tea?
Oh no I said – The samples here are free
Refreshed by the herbal that I offered
This twenty something fellow said
Oh this must be hibiscus, and thanked me at the door
Turning, smiling broadly, he added a parting word
Only yesterday I ate hibiscus, picked fresh from a tree
Like John the Baptist in the wild
This young man might have been
A 21st Century apostle
Or an angel in disguise
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