What about the homeless? by angel on my daily walk i pass a very green field a beautiful creek runs through it birds singing squirrels playing such solitude and peace i feel within my soul i glimpse a movement near the oak tree what can it be? please no, i don't want to see this there are homeless people living amind the grass and foilage a small child peeks out at me with sad and disparing eyes ragged clothes and dirty face it is cold outside raining most of the day these vagabonds are exiled to living in the damp cold existence of the forgotten a whole family gathered together huddled to stay warm do they have enough food? are their babies hungry? what do i do? i must keep myself safe, but how can i walk away from this? i walk back home drive my car to the nearest thrift store buying child's clothing blankets socks caps gloves then to the grocery store a warm chicken some hot chocolate bread cheese milk what else can i get to help them fight for one more day? i drive up and wave to the vagabonds of courage i give them all my gifts and they cry and i cry, i say to them, "i know your pain i have been where you are too, don't give up, there will be a new day", this is christmas and they are living as outcasts much like mary and joseph did on that special day with their baby wrapped in tattered blankets copywrite rebel inc.
this is why your name is angel sister, god bless you. (they need to get over to social services, with a child, they should be getting food stamps and other services too.)
keanua otter yes i was a social worker for the homeless so i directed them to where they can get help. peace and joy angel
