We felt sorry for coming and awkward with our hands and
Lack of bandages and sorry about the man who kept
Not making sense and the woman holding a doll instead
Of her baby.
The river of need and hunger; the raw
angry, desperate pain of brokenness. We discovered
Our need for forgiveness was far deeper than expected.
The water cooler, coming up so sweet
Lungs gratefully gulping. The air extra rich
as if a thunderstorm was brewing
and John himself kneeling before the next one to come.