I was sure I had on my mask today.
I was sure it was surreptitiously tucked away.
I was sure to catch the tear before it could fall.
I was composed.
See in my mind I thought I had it all tucked away.
Just the way they taught me.
I prayed for God to intercede for fear that I might break.
Finally I made it to my seat
And long behold I saw a familiar face.
Totally recognizable but name unknown.
See I thought I had them all fooled.
But not this stranger, not this man.
No he distinctly saw right through me.
Mindfully he took a step, it was as if they were ordered right to me.
This command he was destined to follow.
How he knew? Only the work of God.
He gave up his seat and stood right next to me.
He moved closer but not to creep.
He was close enough for me to realize clearly my pain wasn’t skin deep.
No words just Jill Scott playing, with interpretative moves from the subway car dancer.
I felt a pull I, felt a wave of love. I felt peace.
I felt God.
My body began to regain power.
This was no longer about me.
In that moment it became more about us.
He needed me to reference the vision.
He need me with all eyes to see.
For a moment I forgot we were all connected.
Energy is fed and served.
Given and received.
My stop arrived
I stood leaving it all there.
Leaving every shackle behind.
Leaving every disparaging thought in that seat.
The stakes were high but he calmly and confidently took my seat.
Relief was what I needed,
And my burdens he was ready to bear.
I turned hoping he could see my thank you.
His purpose appeared lucid through his stare.
He held me up,
He had my back and carried all my heavy bags.
In that instance God showed up.
I was blessed.
He sanctioned this uninvited guest to minister to me.
He’s name I will never know, but there’s no hiding it.
Tonight a stranger loved me.