Give Hope to the Homeless
Homeless person out on the street
Little to eat
No good clothes to wear
Asks, “Does anyone care?”
I see the penetrating sadness in their eyes
Dying fragments of hope
Trying their best to cope
Begging for a meal
Sometimes having to steal
Caught in poverty’s defeating trap
Tossed from one agency to another
Told it’s their problem
Blame the victim
Are we not to treat everyone as our brother?
No place to lay their weary head
For living among the middle class, well to do
There is no help here for you!
Can’t have a shelter in our neighbourhood
Property values will go down
Refuse of society
But who are any of us to judge them?
We who have a home and nutritious food don’t live their life
Dumpster diving for food
Willing to eat rotting meat
Some selling their bodies to survive
Some addicted to drugs and/or alcohol
Solutions seem so few
But if we all did something to help it would make a difference
Become a member of homeless advocacy group
Ask your political representatives to help address the problem
Train to be a social worker or in helping professions
Offer time to mentor the poor
Fundraise to help put the poor in your community or church through university
Offer work internships
Join a political party addressing issue of homelessness
The homeless would feel we care
Their burdens we do share
Our hope is they have a happier life
One not so full of daily strife
Freed from their homelessness
To hope again
To see light in their darkness
To believe in a brighter tomorrow
To be the ones who help others in need
These are the marks of a caring society indeed
Kevin Osborne is training to become a psychotherapist, priest and chaplain through St. James the Elder University in Jacksonville, Florida. He and his wife, Karen, plan to open a counselling practice. Karen is taking graduate divinity studies at Trinity College in the University of Toronto. Kevin is planning on taking additional graduate studies there. He is a member of The Word Guild, a Christian writer’s group in Canada.
Our greatest calling is to be servants of our Lord wherever He calls us to go.
Posted on April 1, 2016, in Poetry, Rethinking and tagged abuse, addiction, depression, Education, hate, homeless, Hope, judge, light, love, middle class, mind's seat, poor, prostitution, rich. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.