Angels Are Amongst Us Poem by Randy McClave

Angels, walk amongst us
At least that is what my Bible said,
At them we might have slandered and maybe did cuss
Or maybe worse, wanting them harassed or dead.
They could be that vagrant upon the street
Who is collecting money in a old tin can,
Of course he would had been a stranger that we'd meet
But, he would have not been a rich man.
He could be the one with the tattered clothes
The one that's mocked, and many do hate,
Whenever you pass him you turned up your nose
Because you don't care about his life, or his fate.
Seemingly your problems are always because of him
You scream that you paid your taxes and your dues,
Your life should not ever been bitter, sad and grim
But, of course you haven't walked in his shoes.
When you see the homeless you always complain
Maybe because they are bringing your property value down,
You don't care about their sadness and their pain
You just want them forgotten from your part of town.
We don't know where or who these Angels are
Or where they might sleep or even rest,
But, wouldn't it be fitting and bizarre
If Angels are the homeless, and God was giving us a test.

Randy L. McClave