Deceptively Pedestrian

My walk home from church was unexceptional; aside
from the fact that I can walk and the street-
side tress cannot; and aside
from the fact that the sky
opened for a time and showed
me the divine eye: and aside
from the fact that the wind
whispered my name and the
horizon smiled at me; and aside
from the fact that the blessed
dead watched my every step,
counting each one and writing
them in ‘The Book of Strides’; and aside
from the fact that I remember angels
rambled round King Street, dressed
incognito – although their wings
left tufts of down under
this tree and round that bush.

My walk home from church was
deceptively pedestrian.

4 thoughts on “Deceptively Pedestrian

  1. shoreacres says:

    I can’t explain why, but this poem just bounced to the top of my list of very favorites of your works. Part of it’s that I’m always enchanted by the Ordinary’s ability to reveal the Extraordinary — and you’ve captured that wonderfully well.

    • agjorgenson says:

      You and me both! Sometimes I am utterly gobsmacked by simple little things that grab my soul and spin me round. So much hope comes from these, and we can all do with a little hope these days.

  2. Sara Parks says:

    Agree completely with shoreacres!

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