Poems by Patricia Keough Wilson
I Saw a Man
I saw a man, not old, not young; he slept on a
park bench with his head on his arms.
Weary, exhausted, homeless, his worldly possessions
stuffed into two black garbage bags, hanging on his two wheel bike.
It wasn’t night; dusk was just coming on toddler steps. Probably safer to sleep by day than at night when those with only one garbage bag of possessions and no bike might rob him of meager possessions, sleep and safety. I wondered where he went when dark exposed him in a way that day did not.
I’m not sure I knew the word homeless when I was a child.
I know it now and it grieves me. And I know the LORD has much to say
about the poor and the homeless.
Proverbs 19:17 “He who is kind to the poor lends to the LORD,
and he will reward him for what he has done.” (NIV)