Hitchhiker

Hop in my truck

     standing forlorn in pouring rain

     wet face gnarled with pain

     tears cleaning tracks of dirt

     couldn’t wash off ingrained hurt

     thumb stuck out without much hope

     praying he’d be thrown lifesaving rope

Hop in my truck

     he was cold and “shook” to his bones

     I said, “Get in,” in comforting tones.

     “Where are you going? I’ll drop you there.”

     He mumbled, “I’m going almost anywhere!

     Just take me to a place of rest

     I just need peace – that’s my quest.”

Hop in my truck

     he climbed into the passenger seat

     closed tired eyes and went to sleep

     I kept on driving down lonely road

     wanting to help him carry his load

     when he woke, we were across state line

     he asked to get out, said he was fine.

Hop out of my truck

     I pressed a few dollars in his hands

     watched him set off for unknown lands

     turned on the radio and I was “shook”

     to find out hitchhiker was escaped crook

     I gave some thought but didn’t turn him in

     Who amongst us is without some sin?