Knew The Smoke (To Be A Prayer)

he said: 'i went four years without a lover, trying to do the right thing... then one day i stood up, packed my few belongings, and walked off... in search of...' i watched him as he rolled a cigarette, his gnarled hands sure and steady... stared at the light in his eyes, and the doors... only he knew what was behind them. bought him a cup of coffee, and shook his hand, no need for words... wondered if i'd met Jesus, or the devil, or if i was looking into a mirror! each path, each call, is different... each heart, pretty much the same. i watched him light his cigarette, and knew the smoke to be a prayer!