this banker's heart

when the sun says goodbye and the stars say hello my feet drag behind with my account in tow . naturally i fall nothing left in the tank finding myself on my knees and heading to the bank . to beg and to plead for another loan the clothes on my back are what’s left of what i own. . “please don’t check my account history. trust me this time i’ll be better, you’ll see” . all of the bankers quickly kick me out they know from my past my debt grows like their doubts . in me and my abilities to faithfully repay the innumerable sum i squander each day. . but i stumbled upon a bank that’s family owned and run the banker is the father and the teller, his son. . upon my arrival the teller is always the same. calm, caring and captivating he calls me by name . “open for business” all hours of the day i was not accustomed to operating this way . i thought i knew better because i’d banked before, so i didn’t read the print that guaranteed a guarantor . and each time i showed up more exhausted than the last i was trying to drive without filling up with gas . working full-time plus two jobs on the side i’m stressed and overtaxed and losing my mind . the statements stack up as high as dirty laundry, no time to sift through the familiar red font reads: . OVERDUE and URGENT or the scariest of them all: FINAL NOTICE screams at me from down the hall . i’m a slave to mr. debt and he’s never satisfied when the stars say hello i kiss my dreams goodbye . my kiss goodbye echos a betrayer’s kiss from before that led to the prints that guaranteed the guarantor . the terms and conditions were laid out from the start, but i quickly skipped them over not knowing this banker’s heart . was full of wealth and riches, though not the green and gold this banker’s heart was full of gems from his mold . he’s not in it for the money which doesn’t make much sense he’s willing to give it all away that’s why his son was sent . to be the teller of his father and his generosity and show the world his treasure’s are you and me. . this i hadn’t learned in my lack and poverty. i skimped and i scratched wishing to win the lottery . my bank account was negative and my hope account much less maybe if i closed it out it would take with it my stress. . so i headed for the bank and just like times before i hadn’t even reached the walk before the teller opened the door . his smile breathed new life that i hadn’t felt in years his welcome and warmth quickly calmed my fears . and we got down to business me the father and the son a feeling very similar to my experience on day one . i hadn’t yet expressed what i had come back for when the father pulled the terms and conditions from the drawer . meticulously i read that i was never alone. signed in red the teller had paid off all my loans . this ink it was different– not from pen or quill, but matched the red writing used to write the father’s will. . the teller was the payer and his account was deep enough to pay my debt that Everest called steep. . my previous history now no longer infiltrated my account was clean the teller’s grace pervaded. . it outlined our accounts had been joined from the start that’s the day i truly learned about this banker’s heart.