Street Level
You press your face to the office glass,
Street level, street clothes
Outside looking in.
You comb greasy hair,
Eyes wild, unfocused,
Familiar stranger.
Downtown Dallas is your home
Shop doorway, underpass
Restless slumber
I should invite you in
Warm coffee, cozy seat
Hear your story
Do you have family near?
Fatherless children, lonely wife
Life out of control
I wish I could fix it all
Reconciliation, comfort
A roof and bed
Inside out, you’re just like me
Flesh and blood,
A man with needs
I watch you turn away
And I remember the command
To love the least of these.
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