(one of the many places I have called home)

I’ve lived in many places
Three countries I’ve called home
But I was always restless
a Gypsy..born to roam

A few times I’ve been homeless
but never on the street
I don’t remember going hungry
I’ve had shoes for my bare feet

We cannot know the troubles
that caused the homeless man
to live beneath the city bridge
or in an old abandoned van

what woman wants to raise her kids
in a torn and tattered tent?
Or feed them from the food bank
because she can’t pay rent

These we call “unfortunate”
we pass judgement on their lot
what happened to this Child of God
the World may have forgot

If we listened to their stories
of what broke them on their way
We’d find surprising reasons
for not all have gone astray

We’re called to be their Brother
or their Sister and to care
If by God’s Grace we’ve plenty
we have something we can share