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The following is a poem I wrote to help some of the women out there understand that Mr. Right isn't always packaged in the big, expensive-looking box with the pretty bow. Sometimes it's the guy working at the supermarket or sitting across from you on the subway. Never say never because you never know. GOD, SEND ME A MAN She crawled out of bed when the alarm clock went off. It was getting harder to do this each day. But it helped pass the time when she kept herself busy, And besides, she had bills to pay. She showered and dressed and poured some coffee. She only could drink half a cup Because she had to hurry and get down to the stop Where the bus she rode had pulled up. The bus door opened and the driver smiled out. She saw the gold tooth that he wore. And though she rode this bus to work everyday She had never seen this driver before. He said, "Good morning," and smiled again. Obviously it was his first day. And since a bus driver could never afford her She didn't have a thing to say. The telephone man smiled and held the door for her When, at lunch time, she ran to the bank. She looked at him coldly from head to toe And uttered not a word of thanks. Her look told him that he didn't have a chance, So he didn't even bother to speak. He figured he'd catch her in a much better mood If maybe he saw her next week. At an afternoon meeting, the man next to her Winked at her and asked her name. "This white man has some nerve!" she said to herself. "Ain't no way I'm playing this game!" She stared into his eyes for what seemed like hours, And then rolled hers as if to say, "I know you would love to have some of this brown sugar, But it ain't happening today! No way!" That evening as she left work to catch the bus home, A couple walked down the street. The gentleman was a tall, dark, ruggedly handsome man. The type she had wished she could meet. That night as she lay watching TV alone, Her eyes tried to hold back the tears That came from this life devoid of a man To help ease all her pains and fears. She threw back the blanket and stepped out of bed And fell down upon her knees. The tears streamed furiously down her face As she pleaded, "My dear God, please!" "I need a good man to help make my life whole. I can't make this journey alone. I know my late husband was far from perfect, But he was the best man I'd ever known." She stopped for a moment to remember her man, Although she couldn't forget if she tried. He had been her whole life for thirteen years But three years ago he had died. She found it quite difficult to let the past go. She wanted to get on with her life. But it seemed to her that no other man Was deserving of her as his wife. "These men are no good. They're after one thing," She spoke to God in the night. "They want my body, my money, my car, everything! But they don't want to do what is right." "So my dear Lord, I am praying to you To send me a man that is good. I'll be happy with whomever you send to me, But please send him soon, if you could." Suddenly the room was chilled by a cool but soft breeze And the light from the full moon grew dim. Any other time she would have been quite afraid, But this time she knew it was Him. She felt at peace, she was glad He had come And she rose and sat on her bed. God spoke to her in a voice strong and clear And she listened to what He said. "Many a night I've watched you cry and pray. I've seen you on bended knee. You've asked me to send a good man to you And today I sent you three." "You dismissed them all with looks that could kill. You couldn't even manage a smile. And if you continue to treat people that way You are certain to be alone for a while." "So please understand what I'm saying to you, And don't judge a book by its cover. Because you just might offend the good man that I send To be your friend, your husband, your lover."  |
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