He wore a dark herringbone wool shirt.
Ivory buttons were the stepping stones holding
his two halves together. Strength and honesty
were the bare knuckles of his core. His eyes are
the password for those to enter.
Men wearing winter coats and hats
shuffle forward. Downcast, they hold respect for
their place.
The food and coffee is warm. Chairs supprt the tired.
Hands hold forks like new found friends. There is
quiet and repose. Amazing Grace plays softly in the
background.
Roger Singer 