Seatmate
- beereed13
- Dec 16, 2022
- 2 min read
I did not think when I climbed aboard
The California Zephyr Train Number 6
In Sacramento, bound for Denver,
That God would be my seat mate.
But there God was, all along the way,
Making sure I didn't miss anything important.
God pointed out the blessed exchange
Of seats between a passenger on crutches
And the stranger across the aisle
Who saw that switching sides
Would allow her more comfort and ease.
Stranger welcomed stranger,
One rearranged the baggage of two,
And both seemed to think this a blessing.
Sometime in the middle of the night,
God gently nudged me awake
Just to make sure I wouldn't miss
The conductor silently reach her hands down
To pick up the blanket a child had dropped
And drape it back over him,
As nonchalantly as if he were her own.
When we got delayed, yet again,
While the operators cleared branches off the tracks,
God shapeshifted into the passenger two seats back,
Walked to the lounge car, and returned
With enough snacks to feed the multitudes.
God also made sure I was up bright and early
To overhear the retiree couple in the dining car
Teasing each other and laughing deep belly laughs,
Flirting over coffee and a game of cards.
And God tilted my chin up just in time to see
The construction crew perched on a roof
Wave with genuine glee in the morning frost
As our train passed by their work site.
God poked me again in Grand Junction
And told me to look down at the platform
Where a group of college students
Were passing the time before our departure
With an impromptu juggling lesson.
And God made sure that I got Wisdom's message
To look closely at the landscapes outside,
So as not to miss the chance to witness
Eagles flying, deer running, rabbits hopping,
And all sorts of animals I've never seen
Watching stoically as our engine rolled by.
And when anxiety and stress and questions arose
About why we were stopped or when we would go,
God chuckled and pointed out the window
Asking why I was in such a rush
When all this beauty was mine to behold.

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