The Eyes Of Rumi by John Mundahl

I met a saint at Walmart once.

I was standing in line waiting to check out.

An elderly woman was behind the register.

"You should be home," I thought,

"Not standing on your feet all day."

But then I watched her greet everyone:

Man or woman,

Adult or child,

Young or old,

Clean or dirty,

Crabby or kind,

Rushed or patient,

Angry or calm,

Black or white,

Tattoos,

Spiked hair,

Mohawks,

Or bald...

None of it mattered to her.

She truly greeted each person with eyes of love, Including me.

I never forgot her

And I still see her face

On long days when I need a blessing.