Not of Worth but Value

Witness to the mindless  
in determined pace  
ignoring as an obstacle  
Marie, out of place  
 
Perceiving hesitation  
each step retraced  
pausing to request
aid if embraced  
 
Her eyes fearful  
reluctant approach  
as if assistance  
would somehow encroach  
 
I found Marie lost  
amidst frozen streets  
yet against howling winds  
her delicate voice competes  
 
Location of home  
not ascertained  
“I'm sure it is this way.”  
confidence feigned  
 
Walking together  
her frail hand now in mine  
“You must have somewhere to be.”  
I simply decline  
 
As we ventured  
an unconfirmed route  
Marie became steady  
stride resolute  
 
She responded in stories  
to questions posed  
recalling in detail  
beautifully composed  
 
As she recounted  
times long since passed  
I’ll see her home safely  
my resolve steadfast  
 
After our good-byes  
she softly heeded  
please let her know  
if ever I needed  
 
Now if in reading  
praise falls unto me  
kindly reconsider  
this tale differently  
 
It is I who was blessed  
and honoured that day  
to gain respect of Sister Marie  
who had but lost her way