The Unknowing Hero
I stare at the man in absolute wonder.
I steal glances when I think he isn't looking.
Suddenly, an ill-timed look catches his attention and our eyes meet. My soul is filled with wonder and awe at his dazzling blue eyes. I see in them strength, potential, eternity.
He drops his gaze immediately. His limp brown hair hangs dejectedly over his forehead, covering scars, spots, acne.
No matter. I saw him. I saw who he really was, and nothing else mattered.
He is a glorious Son of God. He will one day rule nations, peoples, worlds. He is among the chosen.
The man has no idea the wondrous glory in which I esteem his soul as, his gaze still dropped, he hands me my Big Mac.
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