I catch a glimpse of you sitting there on the side walk.
By yourself, random guy, I don't know who you are.
Man, do I ever sound like the creep?
But that's okay, I'm imagining what you're
contemplating down there.
Could it be a hazy daydream that floats
to the heavens with the smoke from your cigarette?
I look back up, and you're gone.
Could this have been just a dream?
The star-shaped glow of the street lamp tells
me otherwise.
Maybe one day you'll see me reminiscing on some-such
matters of importance.
Wouldn't that be funny?
And the only One who really knows
besides ourselves
is the One who knows us better than we know
ourselves.
I like to think He delights in our thoughts,
His children,
no matter how unimportant or minuscule they seem to be at times.
Let's take some time to dwell on Him.