You know who
I am, don’t you,
you think I don’t see you
avert your eyes and begin
to talk faster and louder
with your companion or if
you’re by yourself
you look nervously around
for possible sources of help
if you need it and if none
in sight you cross the street
but all you find is
another me,
another you
on the other side
and we are always
the least of these.
Photograph by Ed Yourdon; used with permission for the One Stop Poetry Sunday photo prompt on homelessness.
16 comments:
So true - the least of these...
food for thought - "they will always be with us"
Thanks Glynn for your strong voice and support of so many
moon smiles
Sad, but all too true.
isn't that the truth
thank you
We see them but we don't really know what and how they think. You put it brilliantly.
And there, but for the grace of God....
another you, another me.
That is cutting.
Yes, another you, another me.
Powerful words Glynn.
well describes glynn!
we meet ourselves in many different situations ...
another me, another you...yes we are not so far away...from each other...
So many seem able to see nothing, to cross the street, rather than look as you do here and see the intimidating truth behind all those easy, fobbed-off cliches about our common humanity.
so eloquently expressed Glyn ~ bit like us and them ~ but we are one at the end of the day ~ brilliant take
Glynn, I read this, and I hear God in the voice. incredible.
You have expressed society's view well... they be the least of these... yet to know their stories, to know their person, how they are so much more than the least of these.
just in case you want to update my address on your blogroll...ahem...not trying to be pushy or anything...just sayin
www.nancemarie@blogspot.com
I thought this bit was very poignant:
"and we are always
the least of these."
Nice one.
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