After a peaceful, easy mornin’,
he headed to the convenience
store and three pickups flew in
and three mask-less men got
out and headed in. He sat in
the car waiting for the pickup
boys and their possibly deadly
droplets to depart. They did;
he went in and while checking
out, another mask-less man
came in. He rolled his eyes,
glad for his masked disguise
and headed home, his morn-
ing’s meditations having flown
to the wind. He knows in his
heart that the mask-less men
have the divinity of God in the
marrow of their bones (even if
they couldn’t care less) and they
are loved by God and brothers
of Jesus, but the man is content
to leave all that divine love to
God while he scurries to the
safety of home sweet home.