A morning like all others, but for this:
An odd familiar stranger walked through town;
Awakened interest; no soul cared to frown,
“He knows something we dare not want to miss.”

Soon neighbors starting talking as they should.
Once small town strangers, learned to make new friends;
Discovering they walked toward common ends;
“An adventure with good friends, this feels quite good.”

Eventually the party swept all in;
The stranger led them up a coastal hill;
Here now familiar town began to mill.
“We know this stranger with his saintly grin.”

Then from the evening sky a blazing star;
It struck and all they left was torn away.
With no one hurt clear miracle in play.
“This day could not get any more bizarre!”

A song of hope the friends now undertook
They all lost something less than they had gained.
The one that saved them now attentions trained;
“He’s gone and all he left us was this book.”