 This poem is called Blessing. Lord, get a bless us tonight. Everything's going to be all right. Cried the toothless lady in the sequined hat, silvery cane, wearing flip flops in the rain. Hey, mama, she called to me. I ain't my cane. May God bless you in your pain and help you to use it for spiritual gain. She prayed for me. I silently smiled. Haven't been blessed like this in a long, long while. Lord, bless this vessel for your use. May it be pleasing to you. Imagine that, I quietly thought. This poor lady praying for me with all that I've got. This sequined, flip-flopped angel, prophetess, sinner-saint, speaking truth to life on a rainy night. Lord, get a bless us tonight. Everything's going to be all right. Thank you. Thank you.