Does, My Hands

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

by J Alan R
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