Reflections on Volunteering at a Homeless Shelter

Standard

dull plop
of
hard crusts
and mashed pasta
spooned onto
cold pastels of
plastic trays
white plastic spoon
white plastic fork
pale hands
with smooth skin
perfectly filed
fingernails
trembling
smiles
pass the hard tray
out the
window
bitterness,
gratitude,
fear,
loneliness
in tired eyes

children
thin bodies
thread bare
flannels
faded
jeans
rough hands
big smiles
large hearts
tight hugs
but
tired eyes
I hold you
in my lap
I smile large
laugh loud
but inside
I cry
and so do you
we try to be strong
for each other—
the world
if only
I could hold you
forever
but impossibility of humanity
prevents it

so instead
I whisper sweet words of
Jesus
in your ear
and
sing you happy songs
and hold you
for this moment

 

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