Glimpses of Faith

I see him walking. A short stride with determined placement of each step. He walks steady, never moving ahead of pace, and never intimidated of what obstacle lay in wait. His shoes are dusted and worn, like those of a man who has never followed the footsteps of another. He carries nothing; nothing but the promise that brought him here: that all his needs will be taken care of. Strangers open their doors, families invite him in to their tables. He will accept open invitations when the wind and rain pick up, but you can see in his face that he has weathered worse. His eyes squint and glare, as if he is always looking toward what it ahead off in the distance, but never reaching it or seeing it fully. He does not waiver, he does not crumble under confusion or lack of clarity. He simply walks. A short stride with determined placement of each step.