The Lost Children Poem by GORDON GILHULY
The Lost Children
1
the lost children of
God sleeping on the church floor -
a cruel parable
2
sleeping on the church
floor - wrapped in the thin blanket
of middle-class love
3
tonight my heart is
ripped out of my chest - they have
nowhere else to sleep
4
you drink black tea at
midnight - sleep torn away by
surrounding despair
Friday, July 14, 2017
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These haiku were written in a church hall sometime around those empty hours between 2 am and 4 am as volunteers watched over the sleeping homeless.
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