The woman on the bus holds her belongings so tight
With hair wrapped up in a cloth atop her head just right
She sits and waits for her time to come
When she can march back out to the beat of the cities drum
She brings out her newly purchased Bible
And begins to read the words that move her to pray
Just like she does on every other day
She sits and prays so deep in thought
Envisioning everything the simple words have brought
Eyes sealed shut with her Bible clutched in hand
So tired and weary, she gives in to sleeps command
For she does not wake during the time that I watch
As the Bible slowly slips from her fingers
Sitting, watching as the thought lingers
Will she wake up? Or will she stay
On the bus to pray?
To dream of salvation or to pray for the day?
On the bus the woman stayed just a little longer
Knowing that each moment of prayer made her just a little stronger
Then came the time for her prayers to end
For her stop was coming just around the bend
She woke from her dreams with a heart full of prayers
And gathered her things averting the stares
Her time had come
Her stop was here
And as the bus continues forward, I watch her figure slowly disappear
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