It Was Us


I saw a man on the street yesterday.

It was early evening.

I was feeling very fine.

He surfaces regularly behind his blue metallic walker

Pushing. Gripping.

He is old but a warrior I could tell

Because of the fierce determination he always wore.

Yesterday evening he was sitting down on the seat his walker provided.

It was a downtown street corner with a 4-way stop.

His head bent down to his chest he just sat there silently on that corner.

My heart strings began thrumming and I actually turned around and headed for him.

I was called to go.

No wasn’t an option.

I pulled my chair up close to his on that busy intersection.

He was drunk. He did not look up.

I had no adverse reaction to his state and

Slipped some bills in his loosely clasped hands.

He registered the sensation in his hand and grasped the cash gently, lifting his weary head up a few inches to try to catch my eye

But couldn’t quite do it.

He slowly stretched out his free hand and I took it.

A purely purposeful micro-movement like a dancer.

It was so full, warm and soft. Human.

So THERE for me in his gratitude.

I dropped my head like his and held his hand for quite awhile right there in that intersection.

We were two broken ones.

For two minutes we had communion on the street.

Two times in my life I have experienced a holy touch with someone.

He called me “Goddess” as I wheeled away.

His only word spoken.

I don’t know the mystery of what happened there on that corner

But God was surely near.

And it was us.


9 Responses to “It Was Us”

  1. Lori Faye Bock on August 15th, 2018

    Your post is beautiful in every way. Thank you. ????

  2. Rob on August 15th, 2018

    WOW…Certainly a beautiful moment.

  3. Barbara on August 15th, 2018

    This is potency rising, and truly the only church of my devotion. Thank you, dear poet, dear Cath, for crystallizing this sacrament and sharing it was us.

  4. Jane on August 15th, 2018

    This is beautiful. Thank you!

  5. KELLY RAY on August 15th, 2018

    A sacremental moment indeed. The Creator is made visible to us when we are open and receptive to the opportunities. Your witness is powerful. Thank you.

  6. Irene on August 15th, 2018

    This made my day…thank you.

  7. Karren on August 15th, 2018

    Dear Cathy, Thank you for sharing your wonderful experience through poetry. It brought to mind mystery and connection, kindness and compassion on a day that finds me struggling. Goddess, indeed.

  8. Becky Patterson on August 15th, 2018

    ST Cathy who in the nick of time at a crossesections of life. Red light green light. Your suffering and pain in lufe gives you giant compassion that leaps over any hesitation or judgment. Nevermind who what where why he is like this. But he was shown a bit of divine love that went further than any $ could. We can’t afford to judge at our intersections. These people out there are living on the edge. Like the panhandler I gave $ to only yesterday. No excuses. I couldn’t make eye contact. I was embarrassed. That I HAVE SO MUCH. love you. Your heart and your writing Omg!!!

  9. Jann Tenenbaum on August 16th, 2018

    I heard myself gasp as I read this…..
    I adore you Cathy, My Queen, My Love

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