Christianity
A Message To Myself
Private purpose doesn’t feed me.
It doesn’t cover me up in winter
or put together the splintered pieces of my mind.
Pray for me? Yes, but I must confess
that those prayers do less for me than a burger
when the hunger is gnawing at my gut.
I see you and you see me,
but what I see is you flee at the sight of me.
Avoidance is your goal,
because I just don’t pass the test
of a socio-economico portfolio.
I don’t fit in with your best laid plans.
Stand too close and you’ll smell like me, look like me,
talk like I talk and walk with a limp, like a gimp
who eats in shelters and weathers reality
by living in dreams.
This just can’t be all that you have to give.
I need more. Not just a hot air prayer.
I need food and a friend,
a companion that can see me a ways off,
since looking at me right now
isn’t much to see.
Listen to Jesus is what I say.
Maybe He’d say to stay anyway.
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I’m with you always…
Dessa
wow … very good … and so true … sad … but true.
[...] To take it further, I don’t believe that it stops with only the fatherless and widows. There are many passages in the Word that talk about helping people, such as that above, that use more groups, so I’m going to assume that it is a general concept. We need to take care of people. And just as the title of an earlier poem of mine says, this is a message to myself. [...]