The Scavenging Soul
I no longer scorn
the unfortunate souls who scavenge. In fact, although I don’t envy them and
wish to be like them, I give them more respect for the peacefulness that seems
to follow them that what follows the wealthy. When I follow the news of
celebrities, I see lost souls who can’t find their way home. I never see the
scavengers as lost souls.
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The Scavenging Souls The
many times we pass them in a Garbage bin Having
a frantic search for any treasures within Every
time we frown at them and shorten our nose Sending
messages that their actions we oppose Countless
times disapprovingly walking away And
never chancing a sympathetic word to say Virtually
walking on the other side Evading
eye contact, wishing to hide Never
thinking of the Samaritan who had done much more Giving
no thought of Lazarus an the rich man’s floor Imagine
if these scavengers are the poor in spirit Named
to one day the God
may have given then His approving smiles So
how come we can’t do the same for just a while Or
are we still too proud in our Christian lives Unable
to stop and empathize Looking
on at them, walking away with disdain Scavenging
Souls have little impact and mean nothing |
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