A squat little figure sits patiently, thumbing through his life's purpose. A tear trickles down his cheek. His spirit is heavy in the lament of death. The coffin is lowered, the family grieves their loss. The squat little man stands tall, in his small brown shoes and faded blue suit.

A squat little figure waits anxiously outside the hospital doors. A smile careens across his face for his spirit is light, with the joy of birth. A brother perhaps, or a sister. The basket is brought. The family celebrates their gift. The squat little man stands tall, in his small brown shoes and faded blue suit.

A squat little figure stands in humility, thumbing through his life's purpose. A voice, quiet in tranquillity, yet firm in trough, begins to speak. Spirits are raised. The squat little man stands tall, in his small brown shoes and faded blue suit.

A squat little man prays with a derelict whose life is too heavy to bear. He talks a youth from the roof of a building. He is spat upon, people laugh as he passes, or ignore him, or use him for their own purposes. But the squat little man stands tall, in his small brown shoes and faded blue suit - and carries on, knowing that somewhere he will be rewarded.

His time is filled with the despair of others. Seldom in their joys. He carries his life's purpose within his heart, his mind, his soul. It can be seen in his callused hand always.

His eyes are soft and round, this man. His hands are large and strong. Years of long hours and strain are mirrored in his wrinkles. His hair is thinning, graying white.

Crying in his sleep disturbs him, but he still awakens in tears. Dreams elude him. Sleep comes hard. The phone rings late and he answers. A sister is sick and needs his care.

He walks through the rain to comfort her.

The sun rises on a squat little man. The blood has dried on the pavement near his head. There is nothing with him except a small brown shoe, and a torn, faded blue suit.

The coffin is lowered. There is no family to grieve the loss. The squat little man in the small brown shoes, and faded blue suit, stands tall. But none sees, but God.