passing the homeless in the street.
I see it now, that God’s idea
was that he and I should meet.
As men are men; I watched him fall
to a place where words and deeds depart.
He tip-toed past the shattered glass
of someone else’s broken heart.
This ugly man, his ugly deeds
much more than I could fathom.
I grabbed his hand and prayed to God
that my words might bridge the chasm.
But as we stood face to face,
each glance a collective sum.
He wore my clothes, he bore my eyes,
he was the wretch I’d become.
He spoke to me like yesterday
as if both were still alive.
With grace-filled eyes and words like knives
he carved the cancer from inside.
“Once our eyes drift shut
hearts will surely follow.
You cannot help a fellow brother
if you yourself are hollow.
I grant you bread in loaves
and a cup that’s overridden;
not that you should store it all
and keep my blessings hidden.
You must give away your last
showing faith in whence they’ve come.
Until the needs of all are met
our work has just begun.”