Saturday, February 06, 2010

Is It Okay To Cross?

Is it okay to cross

These words spoken by a blind man at an intersection in San Francisco on a Saturday Night.

Is it Okay to cross?

Just an echo in the festive evening dew that signifies San Francisco in February.

The avenues were lit up with lights that this blind man was oblivious to. Yet in his voice you heard the bright hopeful beam of love and kindness.

Is it okay to Cross?

I nor any other two-eyed pedestrians paid any attention to the blind man's chant, judging perhaps that this man was just another burden pushing up against us in this forty-nine square miles of city.

Is it okay To cross?

Gradually something brotherly whispers to me in the depths of my being that even I cannot ignore. It builds.

I stop, start, stop and turn back to give not only the okay, but a tiny universe of friendly companionship as I offer up Time to the blind man. For that's all it seemed he really wanted and I had to give. Time.

Yes its okay to cross, with Me.

I walk with the blind man, a native son of Cincinnati, Ohio just one block. We converse and talk Saturday night jive to one another as if we're from the same east coast neighborhood.

Yes, it is Okay to cross with me.

With his hand on my right shoulder and an angel on my left, we stroll down Geary boulevard enjoying the San Francisco winter which bares no snow.

Yes, with Me its okay to cross.

At blocks end I bid farewell to my brother and comrade as he gives thanks and blessings to my onward journey.

As I depart and whisper silent prayers for my brother's safety I hear again the start of his earthly chant.

Is it okay to cross?

I continue on, four steps from inserting my key into the gate of my dwelling. The chant echoes once more as I unhesitatingly pull open and close my gate of time with the blind man.

Just as I'm opening and stepping through the final portal door that completely cuts me off from the echos of time outside, I hear a jolly interruption to the blind man's chant.

Yes it is okay to cross, let Me cross it with You.

Another comrade sent to take my place and see the blind man on his journey.

Yes it is okay to cross.

Touch someone and allow someone to touch you.

I was touched!

This a true story that happened twenty minutes ago outside. take time to touch.
Wpowell

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