I Saw A Homeless Man Poem by keith Durante

I saw a homeless man huddled in cold
his hands cramped crippled just growing old
our eyes met and I cringed inside
I felt ashamed with no place to hide

his eyes blazed like morning sunrise
simmering soft then ripping the skies
he bid me closer with a gentle nod
I stumbled at first a bumbling clod

his voice sounded like a warm summer breeze
deep in my soul a stirring weakened my knees
what morals did I carelessly surrender
did I live reckless did I share tender

did I wrap myself in comfort and riches
blind to the down trodden deaf to their wishes
do my contritions ease human conditions
free my sin and renew kind to many or a few

did I stand rightous for good to the end
seek out laughter with family and friend
my knees crumbled and in tears I realize
I've seen myself through God's eyes

I saw a homeless man...