I saw him.

Strolling down the street
soaking wet

trembling eyes…

aimlessly wondering

as if time has no end.

Shivers bares my fear

of what could I have done
but failed to do.

I don’t wanna be cold.

A smile
a hope

what can I do?

Break bread
become a friend

I don’t wanna be cold.


2 thoughts on “Homeless”

  1. How wonderful we are not homeless Caleb, yes strangers on earth our home is in Heaven and yet many are homeless but don’t know it as they live in their Ivory towers without understanding.

    On a practical focus, one of those I hold in great respect is Mother Teresa (see link below) she not only understood homelessness she lived it to help others because she Loved.

    Mother Teresa – http://freedomborn.wordpress.com/2011/11/04/mother-teresa-of-calcutta/

    Christian Love – Anne

  2. The point that you are making is the very same point that GK Chesterton (English Essayist) made in his book Orthodoxy:

    “The modern philosopher had told me again and again that I was in the right place, and I had still felt depressed even in acquiescence. But I had heard that I was in the wrong place, and my soul sang for joy, like a bird in spring. The knowledge found out and illuminated forgotten chambers in the dark house of infancy. I knew now why grass had always seemed to me as queer as the green beard of a giant, and why I could feel homesick at home.”

    Thank you for your comments and for the wonderful link to your post.


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