Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Q. R. A.

This is for moments when I remember how blessed and fortunate I am, here today. I wrote this after I saw a man at a bus stop. This represents the questions, the dawn of realisation, the answers.


Q. R. A.

Skin droopy and folding
Clothes bleak and ill-fitting
He sticks to the side of the world

Holding a bag of something small
Hunger must have overcome
I realise as he starts to eat

Distasteful, plain, raw and neat
How does he consume
Why is a man left to this

God says He will be right there
To love and to provide
And every man is His son

Comprehension is slow sometimes
But when it hits I realise
The Father does not do things for nothing
Why did I question that