30 pence

by | Sep 7, 2008 | Uncategorized |

i walked by a bruised and battered man

dropped some coins as i hurried by

not wanting to see a face

30 pence, i think it was

and then i walked, but something made me

turn and watch

i saw you come

disguised in your prayer clothes and covered head

watched you dirty your hands and soil your garments

doing what i didn’t do

restoring dignity by reaching out, touching the messiness of life

oh i can about ideals and shoulds

but you, you lived it

and simply said

follow me



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