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A man crawling
into a cardboard house,
pulling a dirty blanket
about
his withered shoulders,
readying
for a faux warm and safe
night's sleep,
not a sweet dream for this
sidewalk sack.
Breaks, my heart,
discernible cracks.
A woman sifting
through piles of trash
strewn across an open lot,
shopping for clothes as
if in an
aisle of an upscale department
store,
not a deal here, no such
clearance sale.
Breaks, my heart,
pieces set to bail.
A little girl digging
for food still fit to eat
in a garbage can chained
to a pole in a rundown city
park,
while only blocks away children
play,
not a Happy Meal anywhere
to be found.
Breaks, my heart,
broken on the ground.
Don't stare!
Don't turn away!
And don't just walk on!
Does, my hands,
as Jesus would have done.
Leviticus 25:35
Deuteronomy 15:7-11
Isaiah 58:6-7
Proverbs 19:17
Matthew 5:42, 25:40-45
James 2:15-16
Mark 10:45 |
