Sky is that bright grey white
without an early morning cloud in sight.
Speaking of a cold, cold night
and herald to a sunny day.
As I went into the station
filling up with fuel for today,
on a wall a shadowed figure,
to and fro I saw him sway.
Hair was long and unkempt frizzled,
coat was grey and much the same.
Bags around him pathetic treasures
to see him through another day.
As I looked and watched him sway,
in his heart, I heard it beating
It beat in my minds ears
and I heard it say.
I am lonely, and today
I may despair, despair I may.
I stood and loved him, truly loved him,
but I found not anything I could say.
I did not interrupt his slumber,
no not anything to him did I say.
I told God about him swaying
And just simply asked Him
Please God bless his day.
He just sat there gently swaying
knowing nothing of my praying
and I just went back on my way.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swaying-and-praying/
