By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Man on bike,
Dog on leash.
Garners attention.
Stark white stripe painted in dark hair.
“Loner” look,
We cross paths;
Him and I.
Routine daily exercise intersects.
Internal voice whispers,
Extend your reach.

Not a dog lover.
But I can change.
We pass.
I reach.
Stroke the fur of stranger’s dog;
Stranger speaks.
Stroke the dog,
Soften the stranger;
Something stirs,
Start of connection.
Extended hands,
Strangers touching.
Names exchanged.
Return home.
Bake bread.
Remember stranger.
New day.
Return to park.
Hands touch.
Bread exchanged.
Stranger softens.
Thoughtful gaze.
Words …
Why for me?
Words of hope.
Responsive gaze,
Because I care.
Mazy licks.
Stranger looks.
Lingering gaze,
Lonely eyes,
Lost in thought.
Little words:
Thank you.
A “Mazy” bridge,
Amazing grace;
That saved a wretch like me.
I gave a simple loaf of bread,
And stranger …
Helps me see.

“And walk in love, as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet smelling aroma.”
Ephesians 5:2