Where Are You Going
He flagged me down
for a lift.
Those were the days when it felt safe
to pick up a hitch hiker.
Soon my eyes were watering
from the stench of urine.
“Where are you trying to get to?”
“Where are you going?”
I was on my way to see the Bishop
sponsoring me for ordination.
Should I take him there?
I pondered.
I dropped him near the city centre.
As with a message from an angel,
“Where are you going?”
has stayed with me
as a disciple of Jesus.
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2022
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