every broken
person
every fallen suffering
soul
we walk by
is a friend
of jesus
each one
is a child of
God disguised
as a stranger
who calls
on our failing
hearts for
love
our egos
are insulated
in vanity
& our refrigerated
hearts can barely
beat
where am i going
that’s so important
that i am willing
to sin so
flagrantly as
this?
is it an evil
not to help your
brother?
a constitutional
right not to
care?
my heart is
crushed because
i am trampling it
with my own
feet
i condemn high
walls against the
other––
but can’t seem to
afford to build a
bridge
every day
i am shamed
by my comfortable
hypocrisies
every day
i vow to do
the good i should
have done
christ, buddha &
st. francis took
the advantage
of being poor for
life
& practicing generosity
of heart
while i am merely
poor in
spirit
why can’t i
bend down
to earth
like a passing angel
to share the simple
love that humans
need?