mercyA Poem by RuseInexi saw flowers on a mountain top i was there and pondered how they, make their own food by the sun's rays and the wind and rain
i thought of the man i saw sitting outside panda express his head down black ragged beard disheveled mop of hair i knew his repertoire to come as i walked up, intent on going past him he uttered, "hello sir, . . . " his voice laconic i walked up, intent on going past him didn't hear the end of his rehearsed speech i walked to the starbucks door adjacent, i did a turn around on impulse grabbed my wallet pulled out a 5 "here, take this, the Lord Jesus bless you" he stared down to check it out, just a bit dumbfounded his hands were blackened by dirt and grime i noticed as he held the bill his eyes were of the most remarkable blue of bluest blue i said again, "Go, get something to eat, God Bless you" he was tired, i could see, downcast and humble
i walked away and wondered about him what brought him to this and felt saddened, but good inside i prayed that he might find his way i considered his eyes how they must have looked to his mother his father his friends while here he sat alone, distraught like thousands across the world i wept inside
it felt good to give this time i did not give in to my philosophical dissertation: "give a bum and you'll only enable him," i stowed away my judgement to the wayside i dispensed to the curb the typical rhetoric: "beggars are annoying,"
i heard a scripture, i felt a voice in my heart, "the heart of the Lord is mercy" it really is a blessing to give, more to the giver than to the recipient not of the quantity not for recognition not for reward just because it's right
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Added on June 2, 2017 Last Updated on June 2, 2017 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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