Bread, milk, fruit, eggs,
a family puzzle we stayed up till 11pm one night doing,
a stuffed animal for my toddler,
a sewing project for my 8 year old,
a kind word of encouragement,
a witty joke,
a reference to literature
a story from across the world
a promise to pray:
these are the things my friend of 14 years,
Sister Angela, has brought to my door
when she’s stopped by some evenings around 8 pm,
after a busy day of caring for migrants and the poor,
to leave groceries and an unassuming smile.
“It’s exactly what we needed!” I exclaim.
“God knew,” she answers with quiet confidence…
my angel, my messenger,
bearing so many little tokens
of God’s love.
Just East Of Crazy Land 