Monthly Archives: May 2012


disturbing thoughts
clear sky
gentle breeze



No pillow for his head

The sidewalk was his bed

In the business district of the big city

People going to work

Saw him a homeless jerk

And walked by quickly giving him no pity

In a church to the  east

In comfort sat a priest

Reading Matt.  25 for Sunday’s preaching:

For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat,  I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink,  I was a stranger and you invited me in . . .