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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

There is a woman beggar by my workplace. I am sure she has a story, and I am sure it is sad; I am also quite sure no one listens...


Photo: Maciej Ciezki



Lady Street Corner

Dirty clothes, dirty hair
Branches form her diadem
Street dirt sticks to her coat
Intricate patterns formed in mud
Winter slush stains her tattered train
She used to be somebody
She used to have it all
Control given over to stronger forces
A family, a home disappears
Her children living ordinary lives
Their lives forgotten
She lives in despair
Emotional choices destroyed it all
A street corner to call her own
A new manor to reign
A hand held out looking for compassion
Shame held in looking for understanding
An open palm looking for help
Looking for shelter from the rain
Judgement not welcome
Her story unknown
Her life a guess
Easy to judge misery
Easy to dismiss mistakes
Bells don’t ring as loud as collected coin
Saints walk the streets robed in indifference
Jesus hangs comfortably on his cross
Weep for every mother
Cry for every misconception
Tears dry
Tears dry tomorrow


2 comments:

  1. A wake up call for everyone of us that do not want for food and shelter.

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  2. As the saying goes.... There but by the grace of god go I.
    L

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