Just a man crossing at the lights. The misunderstanding from just the flesh and bone, and my prayer for patience.
Inspired by just a man stepping off the pavement on a sunny day in NW London, this is about the elegance you can see in a stranger - and the speed with which it can be misunderstood.
From Dyslexic Thoughts in Words 1. A reminder that grace and judgment often meet at the traffic lights.
Genesis Scribble Note:
“I had to pull over right after the lights changed. I found my pen and writing pad and just got out of the way as my thoughts fell and became solid.”
Every encounter could be a poem - keep your eyes open.