We ended New Year’s Day reflecting and discovering in Long Beach, WA
Reflections on Lunch with A Homeless Son
I met your son today.
Maybe you were watching
Us walk along the road.
Did you hear his voice break; choke softly as he remembered his love for you?
He’s weak now.
His life has been “a wreck.”
Maybe you were praying.
He spoke about his poem-
The one he wrote and read for you in the last clear moment you had left.
He feels it in his bones,
In his tent in the woods,
Rain dripping through leaks.
Air heavy and cold, he hugs his red dog, and weeps; in the warmth he weeps.
I broke bread with your boy.
Maybe you were hoping.
Hot tea, some rice, chicken.
Did you hear my heart break; choke on silence at his hungry mouth eating?
Peace Be With You
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