Seen

At sunrise she walked up to a police officer and cautiously asked, " Sir, I'm looking for the train station, to leave this disheartening place, do you know the way? " The large, stoic cop looked upon her and replied, " You ask me about the Way. I answer you: you know the way, it's written upon the heart." With that, he was gone. She felt the fog of uncertainty. The early morning mist covered all seen. Then a train whistle, closer than can be imagined, blew, as if a song of longing, calling out to the lost. A smile crossed her parting lips. She moved forward. In the dawning light, mingled with dense fog of the passing night, she found what she sought. On the train, safely seated, she gazed out the window of the past. Through the fog, mist and haze she thought the only thing she could be sure she saw was one lonely police officer, looking now for all the world as if an angel, giving directions of hope and trust. She waved goodbye.