Morning commute to Metrotech.
I board the D
And encounter
A broken man.
His garb and wagon declare him
Homeless.
I recall the times
I was without a home,
And the people who kept me
Protected.
Why does he have nowhere to go,
No one to turn to?
I have no money,
But I have my breakfast.
I offer it tentatively,
Fearfully,
Praying he sees this as an act of kindness,
Not condescension.
He says "Thank you,"
And I am weeping when I transfer trains.
Anointed One,
Is this one millionth of the pity
You felt for us,
That kept You there,
Upon the cross?
For the briefest moment,
My spirit surges up and out.
Like Paul, the scales fall from my eyes.
I see people now...
And nothing can ever be the same...
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