The Man Poem by Katusiime Jeresi

I met the man by the way side
He stood meekness making a halo around his head
My wildness he didn’t chide
My attention was enslaved by his words
My soul stilled, enthralled……….
I met the man by the way side
Blanketed with love
He excused my impatience
My child-like air he noticed not
With him my arrogance capsized
I met a man by the way side
I was blinded by rage
Insecure in each turn I took
My soul weary and aged
His hand
a steady rock
His voice
a soft thunder
Whispered change into my life
And
It was
not a
mesh
anymore
Or
a cryptic
crossword
to solve
It was a gift to be thankful for
Gladness throbbed in my veins
And though it lasted for but a while
It was a welcome remedy for my soul
When I met the man.