Where was God? Loitering Within Lent

Last Monday, whilst waiting for hubbie having a treatment at Russells Hall Hospital, I loitered in the cafe near the entrance. I was warmed by the lady operating the till. She was so kind to the visitors. I hope I've captured this in the poem I've written. Where was God? Operating the till!!

8.30am to 9.30 am - Russells Hall Hospital

It’s a city of busyness

wide corridors

shrink in the rush.

The cafe is busy

serving hot drinks

and breakfast. 

The till operative 

manages the queue.

She’s balancing:

the staff fidget urgent

to pay and go

but visitors

want to tell

their news:

he might be 

coming home

tomorrow;

she’s had

a restless night

still poorly. 

She listens: 

this seems

a regular meeting.

She smiles, slows down

the giving of change 

and receipts

and gives a second

or two of warmth,

as hands touch. 

I’m glad there’s one

in all this busyness, 

who’s making time 

to care.