Opus Dei Poem by Patti Masterman

Famished beaks for clearer water cry,
Opening in mute agonies to sky;
The silent plea's yet harder to ignore:
Knowing how much weakness, we abhor.

The seeking hand is easiest to dislodge,
Upon our sleeve; how artfully we dodge
The upheld hat or can, of human woe:
In shamed disgrace, we know they're on the dole.

And if it were us; our loved ones on the street,
And someone their burgeoning need should meet,
Would not our tears of joy exceed our pain:
Turn back around, and face your soul again.