Homeless One Poem by Bonnie Sutherland
Homeless One
My heart bleeds,
who feeds
the homeless one
when the day is done?
Where does he lie?
I say with a sigh.
I love him so,
I'm not the foe.
Am I right?
No end in sight.
I pray for him,
future looks dim.
God, oversee,
please, for me...
The daily survival of homeless ones are in the Lord's Hands, who protect them in the safety of His Presence. A lovely poem conveying the spirit of universal brotherhood. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
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4/26/2024 1:36:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So beautifully said Bonnie Sutherland. I have a nephew that my family has been through the same thing with. It is very hard to turn them away, but sometimes that is the only thing that can make someone realize, it's not all about them and they have to want to do right and help themselves before someone else can. It doesn't matter how much you love them, as hard as it is, tough love is the only right love. I pray your son continues to do well. God Bless you and your family.