Today I was so tired that I had a hard time getting myself out of bed. All day I felt tired and my mind seemed asleep. Then a series of phone calls and emails from family and friends woke me up to an appreciation of myself. In this spirit I write the following:
Voices of the Vulnerable
The voices of the vulnerable rumble in my soul
I cannot turn them off for fear of losing my life,
For without hearing the voice of the poor
There is no hope or salvation.
The voices of the poor set us free
If we can hear and see.
Awake my soul to these voices,
Join with them as many cannot speak,
They suffer in silence and are treated with no respect.
Yet their voices are ours and we must embrace them
Being a voice for the poor defines our country.
A country is judged by how it treats its poor;
Jesus, Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr. and others have said.
If this be true today our country would be judged
A failure, bankrupt and in decline.
If we seek God’s graces and blessings
We need to go to the poor
For God has given them all God’s graces and blessings.
They say 50 percent of all Americans are poor or near poor;
If true this makes God’s blessings and grace easily available.
The voices of the vulnerable can be music to our ears.
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