She Slaps a Homeless Man

It took a while to notice

A world so filled with pain

To look around and truly see

The bitterness of rain

I looked around, I wondered

Where do they find a meal?

No shoes

No coat

No gloves

No home

How do they really feel?

What happened to our country?

Full of dreams that one could fly

You remind yourself in whispers

There…

but for the grace of God, go I

Then keep on walking by.

You turn your head, but

Pretend that you don’t see

Get in your fancy four wheel drive

And plant another tree.

Cross yourself with fingers

Palms confessing all your sins

Beg the Lord’s forgiveness,

Then journal all your wins.

Ralph Lauren flowered linens

Martha Stewart tablecloths

Ellen Tracy in the closet

Laura Ashley covered walls

You light a little candle

Throw a penny on a plate

Gently in staccato,

Please God I need your grace

Before it is too late.*

*Twenty years ago I was walking in downtown Los Angeles with my son’s girlfriend and she slapped a gentle soul who had his hand out.   I remember thinking I was glad they had not married or had children.

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