I saw him again today, the unknown guest
riding in a blue van down Main Street,
a homeless man I’ve offered words of hope to.

I don’t know his story,
if he is a descendant of the good Samaritan
a relative of St. Alban
or an angel in disguise.

Perhaps, he’s a character in some poem
or in some story I’m reading
or even a part of an unremembered dream.

Does he have a special message for me?
Would I be able to hear it, if he does?

Do we all have special messages for one another
that get lost in the transactions of daily life?