street people
my sisters
my brothers
you walk
humbly
through our lives
though your being
(sometimes)
rattles our gates
a place to sit
a cool drink
a little food
your gratitude
breaks my heart
while the hierarchies
play triage
with your lives
a poem by
Father Ned Murphy, SJ
A member of the POTS founding Community |
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