This story would rank among my most interesting adventures,
It would cause my faith to be tested by leaps and measures.
Taking place in the back streets of L.A. on a July summer day,
we had been forced to exit the train from some kind of rail delay.
We walked through neighborhoods that were rundown and battered,
drawing unwelcome stares from some gangs randomly scattered.
I knew I would be safe as long as Blessing was by my side,
but truthfully I felt extremely scared and just wanted to hide.
When we came upon a playground where several youths had gathered,
they were passing something out to some people who looked tattered.
I could see what was being handed-out by these several young men,
these youths were drug pushers preying on the weak at their end.
The situation got dangerous when Blessing approached a young man,
and one of his friends jumped in front of us with a gun in his hand.
You have got a lot of nerve, walking up in here, you filthy tramps,
your friend and yourself can choose to leave or take a dirt nap.
Blessing just smiled at the gunman and touched his cheek,
as we watched his expression change as the gun fell to his feet.
A shocked look now covered all the gang members faces,
Something I had seen many times in many different places.
Now that the clear and present danger was no longer a threat,
Blessing approached a boy of about ten, his hand outstretched.
The boy seemed to be captured by my friends offer to meet,
and as if in a trance, the young man began to move his feet.
I watched their hands touch and saw something I’d never seen,
Blessings light travel up this boys arm, to the core of his being.
There must have been a reason I was allowed to view this light,
for it was the most magnificent, wondrous and glorious sight.
Blessing told the young man that he was on the wrong road,
that he was chosen to do wonderful things that are yet untold.
He said he wanted to be part of a group, to be needed in some way,
how could he have known the Lord, would call me on this day?
The time for excuses is now gone away to the past,
for you have been given a sight that will always last.
Knowledge and vision of what is true and what is right,
you must now use this gift, in the darkest corners of night.
The boy looked towards the ground and back up at my friend,
saying he was to young, that he didn’t know how to begin.
There must be a mistake, for what I can do; I’m only ten,
I am not leader, I’m a follower, just a fake and a pretend.
Blessing pulled the boy closer and looked deep in his eye’s
you must now trust in the power of your God, who never lie’s.
He knows who and what you are, the purpose of your being,
It’s time for you to reach out in accordance to your calling.
Blessing hugged the young man and then walked away,
I watched as his tough friends, each went their own way.
In all of his miracles I have been privileged to witness,
this one showed God’s true power, in Blessings existence.
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Awesome!
This illustrates what scripture says, "Be not overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good."
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I like your story/poem.
Your background and border choice go very well with it, too!
I also like the personification of Blessing and
lines 7 and 8:
I knew I would be safe as long as Blessing was by my side,
but truthfully I felt extremely scared and just wanted to hide.
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Excellent...
A beautiful and meaningful story-poem... "HOBO BLESSING; Not Tough Enough" has delivered.
Much gratitude to the author fo sharing this teasure named "HOBO BLESSING; Not Tough Enough".
In respect and appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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Very well told
I really had pleasure in reading this piece
as it tells strongly of how society for the young is today
and their journey
Best wishes and thank you
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A very moving write.
I really enjoy reading these "Hobo Blessings"
They touch the heart.
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Excellent write here
Oh I do hope you have a collections of books out with each of the stories you tell here for the young people would be mezmeriszed at this and would see love of the highest form .
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Great!
Oh how our broken world needs Hobo Blessing! It's lovely to read in a few stanzas a miracle of the transformation of a young life. Very touching and worthwhile.
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I saw a man changed ...
by a kiss on his cheek. Not a Judas kiss, but the Kiss of Above. You''ve written the power of Love in a captivating poem. Well done. In the end the world will be resurrected by this Power: the power of the Lord, Jesus the Christ, the Savior called Love.
Blessed be.
Love
Myra
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purely amazing.
hugs for chuu
~nico~
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Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read this story/poem and be the first to comment! I'm so glad you liked it!
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And thank you for writing this poem.
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