As I wait for the light to turn green,

I gaze at the homeless,
toothless woman at the curb.

My heart fills with sweet compassion
for her, Not pity, not disgust, just
sweet, sweet compassion.

I do not know what
life dished out to her,

What was it that crushed her
hope, her very Soul?

What left her here so
compassionless, so lifeless?

I do not give any money this day,
nor wonder why,

I simply look into her eyes
and send love’s healing.

Will it penetrate the layers of pain?
Can a miracle be created from a moment
of simple, sweet compassion?

We see these human beings
everyday and look away

We label them as homeless,
addicts, worthless, bums.

We define them as the
lowly dregs of our society.

I wonder is it they, or are we
the ones gone astray?

Could they be souls trapped in
bodies too small for them

Souls so new or alien to Earth
that they can still see the deity?

Do we have it all twisted around,
upside down, our way?

Perhaps it’s these homeless,
addicted, dirty crumbs

That should be showered
with the best of materiality

What would we learn loving
and honoring the mentally gray?

These misfits, these deranged,
these lifeless human slobs.

Perhaps, That there is much more to
being than our limited physicality.