Christmas Card to the Homeless

Jonathan Corrie froze to death in Dublin this week, just before Christmas, outside the gates of the Irish parliment. Let us think of the homeless this Christmas...

More than a face, you have a name, you settle down to sleep
I up my pace, to my shame, as a wide berth of you I keep
That is your place, to which you came, where cold shadows creep
Tonights base, no one you blame, as to slumbers yourself you weep

Jonathan Corrie, from the town of Carlow, died outside the Irish Parliment this week. Lest we forget the homeless in these times of plenty.

Christ Was Crucified In Dublin

Behind every homeless man is a human... here is the Jonathan Corrie story, seen through the eyes of a friend...
http://www.irishtimes.com/news/social-affairs/jonathan-corrie-was-one-of-my-best-friends-when-i-was-a-boy-1.2027133



Note: Church of Ireland is the Anglican church in Ireland, members of which, though not always, are of English or Scottish extraction, and are affluent still in comparison to their Catholic neighbours.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is a world problem. We are lucky in my city of Detroit. A lot of churches and places for the homeless. Many reasons to be homeless and more reasons to assist if you can. Thank you for sharing the powerful and needed poetry. More people need to read your words.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is very sad that not only do we not remember the homeless...we often complain about how bad we have it...when we really should count our blessings...and try to bestow some on others.

a really powerful write here.