We wouldn’t recognize them
to save our soul
they prefer to remain anonymous
hiding behind the banter
of every day;
till out of the blue,
in a simple act of grace,
their better angel appears.
No warning. No fanfare.
Blink, and you've missed it.
One. Random. Act. Of. Kindness.
making someone’s day—
hearing a need, following through,
bringing it to bear...
No visible wings, and certainly no halo
yet, for an instant,
pretty sure they were there...
Blink, and you'll miss 'em....
© Ginny Brannan 2023
Matthew 25:40
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