Thought
Empty rooms and dusty floors
Spaces empty behind shut doors
World connected woven web
No one talks but texts instead
You may think the world is changed
But old remnants have remained
An orphan’s cry may still be heard
Pain and suffering still preserved
Think of those who sleep on streets
Squares of cardboard as their sheets
Beyond yuletide hearth and home
Spare a thought for those who roam
In house of flesh in vagabond guise
In suffering children’s’ anxious cries
Lord of universe stands full before
Awaiting worship’s knock on door
Prayer
O Lord I thank thee for the privilege of service. May I not be blind and oblivious to Thee in all Thy presented dressed up forms. May thankfulness be my warmth, compassion my shield and love be my sustenance.
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