Everyday Angels

He walks without haste, in his own lane, to his own rhythm, not easily pushed off the inner compass which he holds steady, unwavering, undisturbed by the influences from outside.

There is a sense of groundedness about him. His movements are precise and eyes perceive all. A small frame, stretched outward from age and lifestyle, speaks of wisdom, grace, strength, and kindness. The latter asks for time to be witnessed. He is at ease, commanding respect. And yet, when I hug him, I feel a vulnerable boy, an innocence, that might be asking, or longing, for shelter.