Be a Helper

Reflections sit and then enter encounters.

Corners are of no concern when people

pass poverty regularly.

Class seems to be only suitable for the

wealthy folks who wear it. Poetry is my

pen to pick up problems.

The poor either scoop or dump doubt.

Remember, the impoverished carry

more than what is trashed.

Take faith by the hand and hang on

tight. Lack waits in line to be served,|

but it gets passed over instead.

Step into what the homeless go through.

Leave old lies alone. Make a formation,

so those suffering can move forward.

Hearts are heavy as violence runs

rampant throughout the lands. Assist others

for goodness’ sake.

Give grace by the gallons. Love is 

everlasting. The needy will have their

burdens bandaged with blessings.

We are the sowers to salvage souls.  

Let us strive to be a helper.

Hatred hurts us all.