The Teacher

I saw Him on a bench today –
I’d turned aside to make a way
For private chat – your man with child
Who’d asked a question – talked a while –

They’d chatted on, that child and man,
Two questions asked – as children can –
Of man and God, he’d wondered how
This God of ours works – then and now.

I’d listened half-attentive like,
And then I saw – reflected light –
There in the glass – reflected there –
In angled-door, view unimpaired –

His visage clear, that of your man
Not child, just him, as teachers can
Talk “with” a child, (not “to” or “at”)
I watched, that part reflecting back –

To when my son had chat like that
With Greeter on the beach – impact
Was huge – it’s lasted through his life –
So now this poem to his wife.

I never met the man who spoke
With oldest son of mine – who broke
The bread in earnest – being there
With him – “eternal-present” – air.

Paul said to men, “Take care of her –
Work for her welfare; don’t prefer
Some other aspect of your life;
Esteem her highly as your wife.”

But then he turned and spoke to wives
A thought I’ve come to see (for knives
Are drawn so quickly in the night),
Is critical amidst the fight:

“Respect him, for few others do;
They see him as buffoon, or fool;
On Father’s Day they beat up dads –
A mocking world now faces lads.”

But often wives don’t know the score;
Unseen reflections in some door
Are missed – few factors bring respect
In husbands – so, I don’t neglect –

To pass on to their wives my view
Of anything of worth they do,
That “Whatsoever things are true,
Or noble, right, whatever’s pure –

What’s lovely, what they might admire,
Things excellent, what might inspire
A word of praise – might feed a mind
To think upon – respect might find.

That when I’m gone and only those
Attacking him are drawing close,
This incident I saw today
Might be recalled – respectfully.

For in that window-light today,
I saw the Christ – so gentle say
Some words through him to fragile child:
“Sure, sit right here, let’s chat a while”.

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