Salvation Poem by James Papastamos

Homeless yet sheltered by thought
A rush of eager anticipation
Collapsed veins burst with enthusiasm
Fear surrenders to occasion

Robed in poverty, robbed of its
Chance to gain some respect, he
Drags his weary frame towards a
Posture that defines both you and me

Saved by necessity, he savors its
Tasteful finish, but starts with prayer
Junk draws its addictive web
Its passion hints of betrayal

Salvation came before dawn