The Perfect Stranger |
by Joyce Oscar |
The time shall come when I will view the boldness of his face and I will be overjoyed. I will greet him with a smile and a warm gentle kiss. I will then say to him “Come, sit and enjoy the fruits of my harvest.” And I will love the stranger that sits at my table, the stranger that warms my nights. and ignites my heart. I will love this stranger that breaths life into my soul. |