Chris Taylor

I Was Surprised To Find It Was True - Poem by Chris Taylor

I love it when I discover a new friend of faith, especially someone who is slow to speak and quick to listen. I am so excited to see it when that person lives out their lives in a way that can only be described as: ”God’s love, shown to all”. This is a short story about an encounter I had a few years back and the impact it made on me that night. The bible says: “ Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for your brothers, love one another deeply, from the heart.” (1Peter 1: 22 NIV) She was totally obedient to that directive, even in the midst of persecution. I applaud her and to others out there who faithfully do the same.

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God Bless you all, my dutiful readers and friends

The Great Plains Poet, admirer of pure living and supporter of truth.

I Was Surprised To Find It Was True
a short story by Chris T.

People spoke of you on the night at that gathering in my loft,
Words about you flitted around like the disjointed flight of a bumble bee.
The subject wasn’t grim or morose, at least it wasn’t to my ears.
But they did mock you for your stand and your belief.

I could see the poison was brewing as they all unleashed their venom,
Each in the style they all grew up on and with the ease and comfort of a village prostitute.
As I circulated around the room bending my ear to the same story told 30 different ways,
My intrigue in you began to mount like the swells at “Swami’s” and the riptide at “Newport”.

You see, the tale they were belching from their vicious lips,
Was a saga about the work place; a typical story about office politics.
I awaited the usual end of accounts that I have heard so many times before,
But, a radical shift in the ending lured me in closer.

You were not concerned about the winning of wars or the saving of face,
Nor, did you unleash your fury and unloose the result of your entire childhood misfortunes on your misguided foe.
The buzz was: you stood there, smile firmly encasing the reflection of a confident but loving center.
A person more concerned about the other who was expending a lot of energy in doing you the most harm rather than mounting a defense.

So the naysayers stood back with crooked grimaces and laughed at your weakness with everyone expressing it,
Each one with the maximum amount of effort in their slander.

I was taken a-back as I watched you that night.
The confident way you smiled while holding that little green bottle of Perrier between you slender fingers,
As the lions, they drank from debauchery’s cup.
I marveled at your careful attention for every person you met,
Not letting concentration slip away or distraction to take root,
While the wolves stared at you with sideways glances and whispered murmurs of half-truths.

I began to make my way shifting my gait back and forth, to an fro,
Leaving behind each critic like mile-markers on a dreary-wet freeway.
As we stood face to face, I remained silent there with you.
A placid moment had passed, but I just stared directly into your eyes without speech.
The sides of your beautiful mouth raised up on both ends and I joined you in expression.
I never spoke a syllable to you that night,
Nor did I try to regale you with one of my favorite anecdotes I keep in my back pocket reserved for times when I don’t feel secure in a crowd.
No, I just gazed at your entire face and at last gave you a nod that stated “A tip of the cap to you, my friend of faith”.

I turned a 180 and beat my heels in another direction with my mind filled with the thought:
“I was surprised to find it was true”; another believer of faith, a firm, unshakable person in a sea of disingenuous cowards.
Could it be I found a remarkable gem? A soldier of prayer? A life laid down to her own desires and bent to the will of our Creator?
I finally reached the kitchen to assemble another tray filled with treats, when I notice the rudder of mockery had been turned towards me.
I caught the last glimpse of her as she moved towards the front door, eyes locked on mine and in a last parting show of respect,
As she unfurled her flag of admiration, giving me a reciprocal nod as genuine as the one I had delivered to her.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 9, 2011

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