I saw the boy sob his eyes out of catastrophe
Asking for mercy to give him a little food
He whispered “alms, alms” with his head down
Glance from the window in silent he feels starvation
Unspoken my wits started to stumble on his craving
After wards I provided him a lunch from my heart
I witnessed that eyes that shows true happiness
The smile from that face I cannot forget
Then I appreciate every single thing I contain
And think of others in incident as the boy has
Feeling this helplessness to extend to them my tender
To cuddle them some love, kindness to consider.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Denden
MAT 5:3 "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of
heaven.
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