The Thief.

One thirty A.M. Everything’s quiet.

His mind is confused. A mental riot.

Searching for anything to rob or steal.

As long as he can sell it or has an appeal.

His first victim is seen. A car all alone.

Owner didn’t realize it was in a kill zone.

Handle checked. Window was now broken.

Nothing inside but an insignificant token.

The Crucifix looks cheap. But you never know.

In his pocket, it goes. A concealed stow.

To the next victim. Whatever it may be.

Could be a place. Maybe a He or She.

The twilight comes up. It’s a woman near a car.

He stalks her carefully. Slowly from afar.

Jumps at her swiftly. Flashing his knife.

"Give me everything or I will take your life".

She said “I have little life to give. And very little money”

"Money for you. Life for Christ." He thought it was funny.

He took the money. Ran quickly away.

God bless you. Was all she would say.

Walking around. Looking for the next prey.

Saw a man in a suit. This is his big payday.

Give me all you got he said with a holler.

Under his suit saw a glimpse of white collar.

The man said. Son here is everything I got.

Also, bless you, sir. I love you. I hate you not.

He leaves the scene. Runs fast like hell.

Back of his mind. Something rings a bell.

The crucifix. The woman. And now the priest.

Dismisses it slowly. That thought the least.

Roams the neighborhood. Living a thief’s culture.

Looking for weak victims. Much like a vulture.

Notices an old man. Looks harmless as a dove.

This mature man was once a Golden Glove.

With knife in hand. Demanded wallet, and money.

Jab! Hook! Hits pavement hard. It wasn’t funny.

The old man looked down upon his bleeding face.

Said “I want to kill you. But God gives me grace.”

The man walks away. Trembling inside.

Thief crawls away. Sees he almost died.

Then walks so slowly. A pronounced lurch.

Falls into a doorway. That is also a Church.

What the hell? He thinks about events gone by.

His entire soul breaks down. Gives a hard cry.

Signs were pointing him in a different direction.

Steering him away from his destructive infection.

The stained-glass doors open. The priest stands inside.

He said,” I knew you would return. God will provide”.

Inside they talked for hours about death and life.

Gave him his money and wallet. Also, a dirty knife.

Through Church, he met a woman of true heart.

So, then she showed him his I.Q. was off the chart.

They wrote a book about his life and evil past days.

Now he is helping others, in God’s many ways.

A father of two. A daughter and then a son.

The path to a family man. Was such a rough one.

To know the wicked way will never remain.

As now forever he resides in Christ’s domain.

Kasey Dann.