A Most Peculiar Day

*Poem Concluding Of My Christian Faith* A Most Peculiar day Today, was one like any other day, but being the day, after the snow- Ice patches were all over the road, yet there was one place, I had to go- Schools were opened, duty called, thinking, here I must go again. But being safe, I let my van thaw, For a great fog had rolled in- I couldn't see 50 feet down my street. Being leary, I wanted to do it right. I used my signals, every turn met, being nice to any driver in sight. I finally got my son to his school, after waiting and waiting to get in. The bridge was closed the other way- I thought patience would run thin. All of us drivers had the same mindset- Concern for another will do us well, because everywhere I went, was calm, I think we each have a story to tell. Today was really a most peculiar day; For everyone on the road was too kind. Something I've rarely seen happen, Something that really blew my mind. I dropped off my son, said good day. Then, for the longest I waited to go out. With hundreds of cars stalled, one way, Teachers kept pointing to another route. Finally, being in the far left lane, I motioned a teacher I'll turn right; she acknowledged, consented, gave sign- And I got away from that little plight. Another dreadful day, danger everywhere, I finally found the road back to home. Other places with risks had their share. But on the road no one wildly roamed. I saw no speeding nor heard horn blowing, It was a very peculiar day indeed. Drivers allowed broken lane crossovers, it was agreed, no accident was in need. I was in a lane end, that's big trouble- The guy let me over in front, I waved- saying thanks, for we often struggle; Quite possibly, my own life was saved. While passing the last light, being clear, I thought wow, this has really been nice; A pleasant journey and a lesson learned- Being thankful, I was safe on the ice. After seeing people be so decent today, when I turned, relieved on my street. I thought- up there, God has His way- where Divinity and humanity meet. ***** Poetic Fanatic ***** Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 04:42 AM PST, Thomas Crumpler   0 • 12