Sisceley Banks

Dear Beloved

A Thursday night service at Church. I sat in the back pew. I didn’t want anyone noticing me or coming over to talk to me. I’ve never been here before. I wasn’t dressed anything fancy. I was just looking for a place to rest for a bit on my way home. People were singing and clapping. I didn’t feel like doing either. The Pastor was singing beautifully I thought. I tried my best to concentrate but it was hard. All I could think about was the lady I ran into on the way over here. She seemed a little strange, but she told me she was in a hurry to visit a special friend. She wore a red coat and her hair was like a white or silver color that came down her back. I’ve never seen anyone that looked like her. She dropped a gray bag she was holding while walking fast to catch the bus. When I saw it, I ran after her to give it back and almost missed her. The bus door had closed, but I was able to knock on the door and luckily the bus driver opened it. I called the lady over to hand her the bag that she had dropped. She thanked me kindly and I told her to slow down and hold on tight to her belongings. She told me there’s plenty more where it all came from.