Jesus is Gone...

We were in sub-tundra Ottawa in January.

Peggy and I choose

walking to dinner

- aware of stinging cold

- but almost there.

As we reached the last corner

we came upon a beggar.

He softly spoke

familiar words

- 'Did I have a few coins?'

He was in need

but inconvenient.

I was wearing heavy gloves.

My coat closely buttoned.

It would be difficult to reach inside.

The restaurant was on the other side of the street.

The crossing light was green.

I responded,

'No'.

As we proceeded past

he softly addressed Peggy.

...I only heard a muffled sound.

When we were a few steps on the other side

Peggy asked:

'Did you hear what he said to me?'

...'Have a nice evening mam.'

We instantly agreed,

I must go back.

I was at the corner

in a few seconds.

The light was now red.

I looked

...and in all directions.

No one was in sight.

I returned and told Peggy,

'Jesus is gone...'

His voice is now shared

more deeply

in our hearts...

encouraging us
to become

better...