A Thanksgiving Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

It is said
That when you truly need help,
Like manna,
It comes.
You can never know from where,
But come it does.

This dear friend, I learned from experience.
Many a time
There is a force in this world that guides things.
Call it by any name, it adds to the same
Who watches over everything,
And never let any one suffer alone.

I was in a strange place,
Amongst strange people,
All strangers,
And going up a long ramp pushing my disabled wife in a wheel chair.

At my age, it was hard,
And I stopped to take a breath,
And allow a small group of strangers to pass.

They stopped and took the chair from me
And helped me to the top of the ramp,
Smiling and chatting with me all the way.

And yet many have passed me by without stopping before.
God works in many ways.
How inscrutable are his ways,
When you least expect it, something happens.