Talking To Strangers

When you knock, ask to see God — none of the servants. - Thoreau

passing by leaky, abandoned mangers

i walk the worn, forlorn streets of this torpid town

always ending up at my favorite bench in the shade down by the brown, murky river

where i talk to god

despite my mother having told me to never talk to strangers

Author's Note

"It is not when I am going to meet him, but when I am just turning away and leaving him alone, that I discover what God is. I say, God. I am not sure that that is the name. You will know what I mean." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Mystical Ink]

Despite the worn streets and abandoned surroundings, you find solace on a favorite bench by the murky river, where you converse with God. The contrast of seeking spiritual connection against childhood advice adds depth, revealing a yearning for understanding in a seemingly indifferent world. Your poem conveys a reflective journey amidst quiet resilience and the search for meaning. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful piece of writing.

[Pete]

exactly. i couldn't have explained it any better. you gleaned much from this short piece. thank you for sharing your rich thoughts.

[Mystical Ink]

Looking forward to reading more of your poems!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"His fingerprints are everywhere
I just look down and stop and stare
Open my eyes and then I swear
I saw God today" Monty Criswell/Rodney Clawson

We never can tell where God might find us but sometimes we may have to wait as we are all on His time.

[Pete]

you've got that right brother and he works in mysterious ways to boot!

[andrew mitchell]

Very nicely composed Pete, just perfect and clever too. Hats off to you. Short, to the point and brilliant execution.

[Pete]

thank you andrew.